Have you seen my loved ones?

At every corner

Of deserted streets...

At every boundary

Of deserted playgrounds...

At every porch

Of burnt toy shops...

At every entrance

Of sacred dargahs...

At every face

Of crying mothers

Of my beloved country

There is a child with mirror eyes

Asking everyone

Have you seen my loved ones?

Have you seen my loved ones?

Have you seen my loved ones?