The rulers are playing the lute like Nero

While Sindh is burning as Rome once did…

Nasir Aijaz, a writer and journalist from Sindh, Pakistan, shares his poem

Nasir Aijaz is a Karachi-based Gold Medalist senior journalist, researcher, poet, multi-lingual writer, and author of ten books, including the award-winning book ‘Hur – The Freedom Fighter’, and around 1000 articles on history, literature, culture, languages, human rights and other topics. Dozens of his articles have been published in South Korea, Nigeria, Egypt, India and Singapore. Many of his articles have been translated into Arabic and Korean language. His English poetry as well as its translation in over a dozen languages, including Chinese, Greek, Albanian, Bengali, Hindi, Telugu, Arabic and other languages, has been published in various countries. He is also the representative of South Korea-based The AsiaN, in Pakistan  

Sindh is Burning Like Rome

The rulers are playing the lute like Nero

While Sindh is burning as Rome once did,

And smoke coils through the streets of Moro*.

The cries of the helpless rise like flame,

While rulers laugh, absolved of shame,

And power strikes the weak again and again.

They fiddle, blind to horror, deaf to plight,

The soil drinks blood where roses grew,

And truth lies silenced, cold and blue.

Yet even ashes whisper loud:

A storm will rise from every shroud,

Like Rome revolted, to make the nation proud.

*Moro, a Taluka Headquarter town of District Naushehro Feroze, Sindh, Pakistan 

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