Once I came across a Faisalabad slum,
Garbage, mosquitoes, and flies all sum.
Residents welcomed, inviting me to come,
I hesitated, reluctant to sit,
Forgetting it’s my own garbage, thrown in a pit.
A dirty hand offered a handshake,
While a clean hand took a break.
The sun blazed down like a raging fire,
Amplifying my thirst, igniting desire.
A dirty glass offered me cool water,
Making my ego face a slaughter.
I felt ashamed a bit,
Dug in the same garbage pit.
Realized under the same sky,
We all share the same night.
I learned that day, behind a slum,
It’s me standing like scum.
Once I came across a Faisalabad slum.
