She is the piece of heaven among lands,
Amna Ayub
Who was adonized by many worthy hands
She is the reality of Iqbal’s dream,
And Quaid’s struggle for the Islamic theme.
She is the beat of every heart,
The reason for a fresh start.
Her stretches have teemed with green charm,
As she is the Nobel treasure of the farm.
Paragon of beauty is her other name,
Her seasonal diversity has earned her fame.
Her graceful valleys fascinate the eyes,
Accompanied by chirpy birds’ rise.
Her roaring sea and elegant lakes,
Some moderate red, some ice flakes.
She is the true form of Islam,
With tranquillity, serenity, and calm.
The home of Sufis and Saints, Beautified by insight paints.
The center of the unique and engaging architect,
As masterpieces of glamorous intellect.
She has given birth to countless stars,
Who has defended her in deadly wars
She is Pakistan,
my native land,
Whose love in me proudly stands!
My Pakistan
