I am tired of walking but I did not reach my destination. I did not get your street, I did not get to get your visit.
I am tired of walking but I did not reach my destination. I did not get your street, I did not get to get your visit. The ashes of the time are filled with lemons. But in the desert of love, I did not get a bridge to anyone. Talibgar should live above the thorns of red flowers. I also put my head on stones that I did not get an elbow. Oh the ocean of love! Give me joy in your chest. I am not lucky enough to bring you with your hands. I am eating helicopters, I am rolling around, I am in the bubble of ghosts. I have smoked a few huts but I could not get a palace. When my hairs were straightened in the wind of Mehran. I am longing for Peshawar but Kabul is not my destiny. I have become pages and pages. On the hands of times. I was like a flower, but I did not get a fire. Noor Afridi