We not cry but weep ,
We dont like but sleep ,
They are on eve of death and life
We have nothing to do but see their plight .
Mother is pretending grief with smile ,
She is waiting the returning of her life ,
With dreams of happy day , restoring of peace
Encourage her children to join the move .
When I saw their demolished homes ,
Tearful faces , body full of wounds ,
Against the equipped enemy they dont rescue
Every where in the site , destructive sounds .
In comparision ,you live like a king
But you are just a puppet on a string,
And whistle we are indulged in frivolous pursuits ,
Right now , there is a soldier who is ready to shoot .
Somewhere within , there is a message of hope ,
But I beseech God for the strength to cope ,
With the guilt I bear of the little that I do ,
But in my heart of hearts , I'm Muslim through and through .
As we live a few thousand miles away ,
The truth remains that we live worlds away .
We forget the lesson , to be part of their body and soul
We do not feel their pain ,have forgotten our goal .
What will you say , what will you do, unable to walk,
Head down in shame , lips sealed ,but your limbs will talk .
Open your eyes , wake up ,live their sorrow ,
Be patient little one ,this will all be over tomorrow .
I feel ,they come knocking on uor doors ,
With their eyes seeking answers ,our eyes hit the floor ,
Looks at the coward , asking what to do and what you say
We feel their pains , love beneath the heart , but just pray .