How should I throw the dross of heart,

This sham and the realization,

There is not any treatment,

Whose thin lip rocks for me,

Who demand bless for me,

Whose blessing handshake for me,

Who is here to feel my pain,

Whose tear trickle for me,

Everybody is disappointed,

I sing like nightingale for great weather,

For beautiful land and green Harvest,

Whose garden corner and side of the city,

To sit and cry and throw my tear,

This worries, this pain and ashamed,

How should I change the thoughts of the mind,

-By Shah Nawaz Noor

Book of Thoughts | Written by Shah Nawaz Noor

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