And then when my eyes got open,

I was facing a new society,

All my childhood became a fantasy,

All my dreams started to die.

Someone stole my shelter from me

And then when I started to cry

This time I had to handle myself

My mother’s lap had said me goodbye.

In this grief, in this pain

How do people live their life?

Adulterous life for me is like

A tiny heart cut by sharp knife.

Copyright © 2001 Khan, Khalid Raza