AUTHOR; Muhammad Naeem Najme
My neighbors friend breathing his last
What should I do,O god,AghastHe is to leave,now cant the train
What should I do, O God, Aghast
On everyday decamping
At every place are shrieks in stock
What should I do,O God ,Aghast
Flare up flames in heart to height
For,visible is not charming sight
What should I do,O God,Aghast
Without His love,Bullah in loss
Can hardly dwell here or across
What should I do,O God,Aghast
THE END THE END
Publisher; Hamza Corporation Ltd
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