Hand of friendship

Many seasons have changed

You are sad too, we are sad too

You are not the only one suffering

Truth be told, we are also clothed

Even the candles on your roof are not bright

The stars in my sky are also yellow

Your mirror box is also rusty

My oceans and oceans are also yellow

You do not see your own God

Nor can I see what is in the jam

They both fell into the trap of insight

I don't understand what the matter is

Nor is that arrogance in the service

There was no reduction in the sadness of the moon

The roses of love on both sides could not open

No one came for the branch of peace

You are also stubborn that the practice continues

We are also proud that we are accustomed to torture

You also claim that Mahabharata will fight

We are also proud that we are used to Karbala

The persecution is that from both meadows

The winds of sedition and mischief come

Unfortunately, they both deal with their confidence as they choose to embark on their play activities

It comes after bathing in the blood of the enemy

So this is what happened to this beast now

You are a broken hand, even in a broken foot

So I see that you are also bleeding

So you see where I am safe

Forced creatures of our cities

It is buried in a thousand heaps of misery

Now she wants thirteen lucky lamps

These people lived in darkness for half a century

For many days, there have been no friendships

The worlds of Dir and Haram are very sad

Let's start the journey of love again

Let's become each other again

I have come to your country now friends

Not for music or poetry

If your ego is the question then come on

I reach out for friendship