Ask Those Birds

Here today, gone tomorrow

With no one to hear their call

Lord see, such perilous sorrow

Oh eyes and ears of us all

Outstretched by the billions hoarded, stored at bay

Here so far removed, on the pavement they lay

Their hands frozen solid, swollen from needles that prey

Kitna khauf hota hai shaam ke andheron mein

Pooch un parindon se jinke ghar nahi hote

It’s from الله