Pakistan My Friend
By Binish Ahsan
It's where every two hours vanishes light
Sweating in summers, day and night
Whether in restroom, or you mop
Sobbing for water, paying every single drop
Waiting months for landline's ring bell
Standing in queue and using the cell
Making request in front of the lord
He is a mere tailor, not the God
Huge crowd craze, for doors to open
Its summer lawn sale for mothers and kin
Alluring facials and spa pedicure
Where saloon pleasures never let you bore
Waiting for gulf to open at 1:00
Small shopping brings so much fun
Driver, gardener and maids for sure
Halwa puri, meetha paan,l onging for impure
Parktowers & forum, festivals & fairs
Heard about bomb blast, no one cares
Weddings and parties, enjoying blowdry
Bouncing straight hair, no frizz and cry
Copper kettle, Arizona grill and iftar deals
Wandering on Zamzama, looking for matching heals
Pakistan Zindabad, I miss you friend
Holding blue passport, still loving my homeland
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