If he is true to his claims,
He should have coloured me
In his own colour,
He should have ruled over my heart,
I plead the dove to reside at my house,
But I see a wave of blood encroaching
To my residence, if he is bent upon to tingle
Let him do, but he should not invoke
My patience, the game will go reverse.
Written By Sabina Riffat
Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
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