For how long will you fool yourself Naveed
With the thought that things will turn out fine
For how long will you nurture frail hopes
That folks here will understand your lines?
O poetic soul sigh not, pine or feel
For those who love the false, not the real
Keep doing what God has ordained you to do
And one day they will miss a man so true.
A human who cares more for others than himself
Who weeps secretly at poverty offering itself
To the greed and lust of inhuman vultures
And who does all he can to break the spell...
Yet even with the power of his pen and his words
Only by the wise is he listened to and heard
Alas, if only the worth of his thoughts is known
This nation can become a land of renown!