A Square Deal

Pardon me, my Pakistan! land of hopes and finest dreams! where gently flow the shining streams and youthful rivers... I know...that i am miserable... I promised much to do for you a lot of work... but i admit i could not do the least of it. O vale of smiles! when i say in deep despair, ' i love you not ', believe me not... I accept we made you messy I accept we did you wrong I admit your urban scenes are full of horrid savagery; but...Pakistan! all of us have really drawn tasty victuals from your soil... we enjoy the air of freedom. despite the mess and ethnic strife, stale, stagnant economic life, you are still a gift of God a perfect thought of our Quaid, our savior, hero, able-guide - now i realize that i should work with extra toil in response to all your favors this will be a square deal IF we think and IF we feel...