By JH Sayyar
Where dreams should bloom like roses in spring,
Now thorns in shadows cast by grim despair
Youth, with eyes once bright and hearts that sing,
Now wander lost in smoke-choked, jobless air.
Their hands are strong, their spirits full of fire,
But pathways vanish, their hopes begin to fade.
No honest work to match their grand desire,
Their futures stolen by corrupt system's blade
The schools decay, the minds remain unlit,
Corruption feeds where promise once had grown.
Each wasted hour, a lore candle never lit,
Each voice unheard, a seed that's never sown
Yet still they wait, with patience born of pain
For dawn to break, and end this hopeless chain
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