Syed faizan
When blood is spill over the road side…
every warriors heart is mournful inside…
Where mothers are waiting for their beloved ones…
years and decades pass yet no one comes…
No one endure the same pain…
unless it happens to their own vain…
This is the customary of everyday…
where everyone reckon with normal day…
Those who betrayed their own ones…
people will always remember them as a cannibalis…
Those who vend their own conscience …
was never expected from our own ones…
