This is me, Balochistan

By: Muslim Baloch

Credits are yours of telling lies,

Baloch stays on truth, hugs demise,

Be educated, let Baloch fight and die,

Because he son of mine,

That’s why, kisses the gallows pride,

Snatch Zaheer and dump in me,

Bargain hearts of them, wrap them in thorns,

Root them out; grow thrice, hundreds to die,

Like Qambar, Ilyas, and ruthless Faraz,

Baloch always listen wording of mine,

and, than,

Come to die not lie, not lie,

Above wording is mine and mine,

Because I am








They die for me, I am their motheristan,




Posted on July 25, 2013, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Beautiful and revolutionary poem .. i appreciate the aptitude of brother Qasim

  2. sorry Brother Muslim,i was reading another article so it was misquoted

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