He never used to keep the of a girl
Though she used to be her girl
His words splash and become swirl
The passion echoed like a whirl
Then it pulls a part a lover
Which has nothing to berate
And nothing to worry or say
All the while things get decay
And the point to marry was in its way
Then the life was away away away
Put everything in your knapsack away
May you never in life see decay
Truth is yet to say obey obey obey
Hafiz Muhammad Qasim
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem