I mounted on the stake of love,
And forsook smiles and laughter;
Now my heart is open
Like unstitched wounds.
I ruined myself
For him who ran after flavours.
Odds of life made me
Tougher than earlier, now
I shall sweep the rubbish
For I have strength of a tempest,
I shall wash the deep-rooted spots
For now I have become a rushing tide.
Written By Sabina Riffat
Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
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