pardaz sheikh

I am crying to write
Under the day bright
Just I am trying
I am crying to write
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Papa shouts
Mama whispers
Read and get good marks
Do something..
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A wild grass grows its own
they are not on a chess board
they dint keep king
A minister or many pawn
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I will ride, I will ride
Ride on the butterfly
It will take me there
Up above the sky
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