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Some mothers' sons are tigers of Baluchistan: by Ahmar Masti
« on: January 20, 2006, 10:19:31 PM »
Some mothers' sons are tigers of Baluchistan: A Poem by Ahmar MastiKhan

By Ahmar Mustikhan

Some mothers sons, they never return home
Don't cry my mother you are not alone

A Baluch son who went to defend your honor
Never made it back, to his Dera Bugti home

He kept fighting like the tiger of Baluchistan
Outnumbered he was, encircled by shameless jackals

Five River jackals, who loot and plunder
Senseless to know what's mine, what's thine

In the Jihadist occupied Gestapo camp at Sui
There lay 12 heroes brave, bullets in chests

Your Bugti son was like the groom in his youth
Dead in lover's embrace, with his beloved land

Just many, too many are some mothers' sons
Nauroze, Asad, Majeed, Hameed, thousands more

Don't weep, be proud, for some mother's son
He is born to give his life but never die

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« Reply #1 on: January 21, 2006, 05:18:59 PM »
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Some mothers' sons are tigers of Baluchistan: A Poem by Ahmar MastiKhan

By Ahmar Mustikhan

Some mothers sons, they never return home
Don't cry my mother you are not alone

A Baluch son who went to defend your honor
Never made it back, to his Dera Bugti home

He kept fighting like the tiger of Baluchistan
Outnumbered he was, encircled by shameless jackals

Five River jackals, who loot and plunder
Senseless to know what's mine, what's thine

In the Jihadist occupied Gestapo camp at Sui
There lay 12 heroes brave, bullets in chests

Your Bugti son was like the groom in his youth
Dead in lover's embrace, with his beloved land

Just many, too many are some mothers' sons
Nauroze, Asad, Majeed, Hameed, thousands more

Don't weep, be proud, for some mother's son
He is born to give his life but never die


very nice poem Writen By Ahmar MastiKhan Thanks brother Aries for sharing it with us (F)
You can chain me, you can torture me, you can even destroy this body, but you will never imprison my mind.

Long Live Baloch & Balochistan

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Some mothers' sons are tigers of Baluchistan: by Ahmar Masti
« Reply #2 on: January 23, 2006, 09:58:26 AM »
:) wow gr8 i love it (F)

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Some mothers' sons are tigers of Baluchistan: by Ahmar Masti
« Reply #3 on: January 31, 2006, 06:44:14 PM »
WE ARE THE SONS OF BALOCH
FREE AND SOVERIGN
MASTER OF OUR OWN DESTINY


EARTH PANICS FROM OUR WRATH
CASTLES SHAKE IN FEARS
WE ARE TIGERS
FEARLESS DEFENDERS


WE ARE AN ENCOURAGEMENT TO OUR FATHERS
THE PRIDE AND HONOUR OF OUR MOTHERS AND SISTERS
SUPPORT OF OUR BROTHERS


ONE DAY OUR BLOOD WILL BE REQUIRED BY OUR NATION
WE WILL PROVE TRUE TO LULLABIES GIVEN BY OUR MOTHER
WE HAVE SUCKED THE MILK OF HONOUR

IN THE SHADOWS OF SWORD
RED BLOOD IN OUR EYES SHOWS THE DESCENT FROM MARTYRS

WE ARE THE DEFENDERS OF HELPLESS AND POOR
WE HAVE DESTROYED THE CASTLE OF FEAR..

..LONG LIVE BALOCHISTAN...

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