Imran Khan has no work to do,
But to marry and divorce,
Abandon and dump
The girls
From foreign,
Marrying them with lust
After finding ravishingly beautiful,
But dumping thereafter
When the honeymoon is over
On the ground of
Being a foreigner
In theocratic and conservative Pakistan.
No work to do but to flirt with
The girls with foreign backgrounds and etiquette,
Love and leave to their destitute,
Is this called celebrity love?
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