- Zubair Arif
- January 15, 2021
O’dear Papa | Translation by Zubair
O’dear Papa Where are you, my Papa?- Look, how I am broken On your sorrows, I cry Talked to forest
O’dear Papa Where are you, my Papa?- Look, how I am broken On your sorrows, I cry Talked to forest
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