A dusty, rocky path
Between fields of sugar canes
Those rooms have witnessed wrath
And the families' combined pains
But the greatest memories are those of bliss
From playing cricket to Abbey's kiss
The simple smiles and genuine laughter
For all my life, I will search after
Jabba, you run in my blood
I remember the side houses created from mud
That is a place of happiness
Of dreams and eternal loveliness
Cold days were spent around the nagharey
As we had tea and missed memories went on display
What has become of this sinful Earth?
We've ditched simplicity for materialistic worth
My siblings forgot the words of Pashto
Larey angreez shwey - a truthful motto
The misery in this world has now been exposed
As that dusty, rocky road has been dutifully closed.
(Abbey - grandmother, nagharey - fireplace, larey angreez shwey - you've become western, Pashto - language spoken mainly in Afghanistan and North west Pakistan).
