Poem e Fate
This is Pakistan home let me make it home
Four tears shed at the same destiny
Let me hear a cry of your heritage
Chaman was unique in the gardens of Thyram
Let her explain the reason why you will eat
There was a higher flight than the sun
O kings, why is it that the dead give food today?
He says even if you are very disgusting
Whatever is left today, let it also hang in the fun
Where he is your eyebrow, Where he faces red
Your Russian is now saying cover your mouth
Do not let your boat sink in the whirlpool
Do not be mournful
You have millions to live but to survive
Waking up is just giving excuses now
Many heartbreaking memories of his father
Please be sure to raise the same flag
I will not wear chains of slavery again
Do not give me the bracelet to carry in the hands of the Shamshir
How long have I been a stranger in the palace of aliens?
This is Pakistan home let me make it home
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