Dreams flourish, never to die – A Poem Dedicated to Flood-Ravaged Sindh
Amir Murtaza, a noted writer, shares his poem depicting agony, sorrow, and woes of people of Sindh with an earnest wish that may their dreams flourish, never to die.

Amir Murtaza
Based in Karachi, Amir Murtaza is a Consultant and Writer. He is a published writer of two poetry books, “Khizan Main Rang Dhoondta Hoon” and “The Last Clouds”. Amir can be contacted at amirmurtaza1@hotmail.com
Dreams flourish, never to die
In the lands of Sindh, where the rivers flow
There lies a tale of agony, sorrow, and woe
In flood-ravaged realms, where nature reigns
Women and children bear the heaviest chains.
When torrents surge and waters rise
Hope recedes, as fear fills their eyes
The flood sweeps across the land
Leaving devastation in its relentless hand.
In the heart of the deluge, where anguish resides
Women’s struggles and children’s cries collide
Their lives disrupted, torn apart
By nature’s rage, a relentless art.
Mothers, daughters, and sisters all
Inundated with challenges, standing tall
Forced to abandon their houses and land
They face a journey that’s hard to withstand.
Through swirling currents, they struggle to survive
Seeking refuge, as their dreams revive
Their resilience shines amid the strife
A flare of hope in the darkest of life.
In makeshift camps, they find comfort and respite
Holding onto memories, declining to lose sight
Of a brighter future, where laughter will fly
Where children will play, like stars on the sky.
But difficulties abound in these frustrating days
As disease and hunger weave their wicked ways
Lack of clean water and food to sustain
Their innocent smiles tarnished by pain.
Women carry burdens, heavy and vast
Supporting their families, present and past
With strength in their hearts, they endure
Their love and sacrifice forever pure.
Children, innocent souls, bear scars unseen
Innocence stolen in a world so mean
Education suspended, dreams put on hold
Their tender spirits bound in stories untold.
Yet, even in darkness, a flame does burn
Hope flickers and dances, refusing to adjourn
Kind hearts unite, extending their hands
To uplift the forgotten from deserted lands.
Through resilience and aid, a brighter dawn shall break
Rising above the floods, a future we’ll make
Empowering women, supporting their cause
Ensuring children thrive, with no moment lost.
Let us rally together, hearts intertwined
To bring relief and solace to those confined
To flood-affected areas in Sindh’s embrace
Embracing a vision of love and grace.
For the difficulties faced by women and youth
Shall not be forgotten, unnoticed, or uncouth
In the face of hardship, we’ll stand strong
For they too deserve a life where they belong.
So, let our voices echo in unison true
Speaking for those whose struggles ensue
A symphony of kindness, love, and care
For the women and children who suffer and bear.
In the lands of Sindh, where waters subside,
May their adversities dwindle, like the ebbing tide!
May their spirits soar, like birds in the sky!
And may their dreams flourish, never to die.
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