Oh! you the fickle flame of modern friendship
in the immense water of wealth
where you all the times bow and worship
today , spring of friendship is wan
i see its no fresh dawn
in which wild jungle have you lost
Oh! you the spirit where have you gone
Where are those fellow-feelings
of which every old book sings
i cant believe you could fly so high
since you were without such wings
no spring no hope only autumn in the lap of every adam
to me does any body hear
have all of you gone dumb
return to what used to be your shelter
friendship fair and better
forget all that made you so
hard harsh and human beings hater
(Shoaib Ali Tunio , CCL X)
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