On your way to Truth and Right.

By Seema Seemurg Maarang

On your way to truth and rights,
Thorns will be laid on every side!
To make it difficult for you to take a little stride!
To make you cry, to make you weep.
All they want is to make us weak!

On your way to truth and rights,
They will try to put a lot of malice! AND!
They will try all their best,
To make you stop moving ahead on your path,
To make you feeble and cry,
To turn you weak and make you stumble.

On your way to truth and rights,
They will come and confront you with all their might,
They will try to clip you with their claws, putting their jaws in your shoulders!
But don't be afraid and do not resign to their ugly moves,
Look ahead and keep going on, as you must move ahead.

Look ahead! deep in their evil eyes, with all your vigour and strength!
TO MAKE THEM SHIVER OUT OF FEAR
Keep moving ahead so you may find the hour of the day!
when you will overpower those shoddy faces, with your vigour and strength
When they will be dragged on those thorns that they had once scattered in our ways to halt our cause.

LONG LIVE BALOCHISTAN.

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WAITING FOR THE MOMENT …

A tête-à-tête between my Motherland “BALOCHISTAN” and her brave SON.

By Seema Seemurg Maarang

I am waiting for the moment of the hour of the day!
The day! When time for waiting will come to its end,
When roses will rob all the redness & brilliance of the flame.
When I will bow my face,
To kiss your ground liberated from the clutches of rage and wrath,
When I will see all my people with beaming smiles,

I am living for the moment of the hour of the day!
When you and I both will be free from the shackles of rage and wrath,
When bird of freedom will come to us,
Sprinkling the scented petals of LIBERTY & TRUST!
Oh my Motherland!
Every nook & corner of yours will then be shimmering & gleaming with your sons' valor
It would be the day when I would be flying, above the sky,
Beyond the fluffy clouds, out of glee and joy!
Beyond the gaze of people, beyond the limit of the limits
Beyond the flamboyant colours of sea and oceans

I am waiting for the moment of the hour of the day
When your brave sons will liberate you from the clutches of rage and wrath,
Oh my Motherland!
All your sons, old or young, meek or stout,
Near or far, here, there or anywhere on this motherly earth,
All are fighting to save your land and spare you from the clutches of rage and wrath.
Oh my Motherland “BALOCHISTAN”! Your sons and daughters,
All are waiting for the moment of the hour of the day!
The day! When time for waiting will come to its end!
When roses will rob all the redness & brilliance of the flame.
When we all will bow our forehead before you,
To kiss your ground, liberated from the clutches of rage and wrath.

YES, MY BRAVE SON!
I AM WAITING FOR THAT MOMENT OF THE HOUR OF THE DAY
WHEN TIME FOR WAITING WILL COME TO ITS END.