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ANOTHER JINNAH
Dull morning
White sky in the east
Fight for survival begins.
In my land
Despots are ruling
And fooling the multitudes
What to do
Even God is quiet
At this sorry scheme of things.
Democracy
Is being misused
By bloated men and women.
People too
Have become fine-tuned
To bear the hardships of life.
Rising sun
Will soon inflame day
And I will burn heart and soul.
I struggle
But my vision too
Sees little hope for motherland.
Kleptomania
For six decades
Has become a habit now.
Pray I shall
Like I always do
For another Jinnah* here.
