why the sky,
are so blue.
why the men,
are thrusty too.
no one knows except khuda.
what you lost,
or when you get.
what remember,
or forget.
no one knows except khuda.
why her eyes,
are so fine.
whats the reason,
of such sunshine
no one knows except khuda.
why the tears,
are like the rain.
whats the end,
of my pain.
no one knows except khuda.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yeah only khuda knws everything... nice write...