It is a matter of fate, it is written all the time
Some die in prostration, some are killed by prostration
What are your times in the world and come to my mouth
Even if I tear it or put it back, my friend will say it
We are the only ones who die completely for you
Otherwise your eyes to someone, tone to someone,
There's a new killer in town
Staying away from him kills a person who listens to poetry.
Now, if there is a festival of lovers, bring the Majin too
The lover is the same, but the slogan hits well.
He is Ali Zareon, brother, also a child of his street
If you say the slightest wrong thing, he slaps you in the face
Waseem Khan
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