Kotri (کوٹری),(Sindhi: ڪوٽڙي) a small city and the headquarters of the Kotri Taluka of Jamshoro district of Sindh province in the Pakistan. It is situated on the right bank of the Indus and since 1900 has been connected with Gudu Bander on the other side of the river by an iron bridge replacing the steamboat which used to cross between these two places.
In 19th century Jhirk was the busiest river port and centre of commercial activity in Sindh. It also served as the headquarters of the Indus Flotilla, the most modern navigational system of those days.
Karachi Port near Karachi was connected to Jhirk the headquarters of Indus Flotilla, which was in Jhirk town near Kotri and then it will go up to Mithankot Rajanpur district near Dera Ghazi Khan and then to the last point Makhad Attock. This part of Indus Flotilla was called Punjab flotilla and the Indus flotilla interchangeably.
British Indus Flotilla of steamboats which once plied the Indus river is described by (Shaw 1998).
Bastards of madness
Call out this prayer of vengeance
Speaking to enemies through these wounds of redemption
Tearing out their eyes with horror
Behold this chosen new devise
As the silence pleads this forgiveness
A senseless begging for absolution
Upon this entrance into oblivion
This fallen angel of defiance, destitute to isolation
Hold tight to liberation, in the form of reprisal
Project of this restored frame, in these pain filled alterations
This new threat of changing life restless in this completion
Powerless you crawl like pigs
Soon to be slaughtered
Suckling to a faith that you avidly hoped would save you all
These offerings will bring us our justice.
For these years of diluted lies
The answers to our freedom
The answer to the death of gods
These hands held into the sky so the dark
Winds can taste the blood of murder
As the blackest hearts obey thoughts of evil
Deathlorn rites, endure the lust for revenge
Surrender the state of embracement and release
This life from the dark interiors
Discomfort of this assisted torment is given in these regards
A scourge of awakening
Prisoned in the rites of blood
Bestowed with ancient plagues, we will forge a disease
Of rape upon your ideals
Within this lifeblood we will find the truths as blades
Slice open their necks
The answers to our freedom
The answer to the death of gods
Once reconstructed the swarm will digest
The souls of this imperfection
Sterilizing faith bringer has discharged
This assembly of this damnation
Burden me with your weak
Curse me with your sick
In blood filled walls I lie confined