The Poet of East
The Poet of East
Who Am I to Judge your perfection?
Your poetry is superb it has attraction
You deserve praise your every single word is showing
Let me just say your literature is mind blowing
When I look for the meanings behind them
I forget the sacred land, which is our national anthem
I know what you are saying and what you have said
Dear Iqbal, I am sorry to say that we are dead
Neither we do right, nor do we speak truth
We have lost moral values we are bad
How can I be happy? I am sad
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