نفرت میں گدھے کی پکار ♡ Nafrat mein Gadhey ki pukar♡ In hatred a donkey call ♡




نفرت کے سنگریزے سے اس پربت کا وجود تھا
Nafrat ke sangrezay se us parbat ka wajood tha
That mountain was built from pebbles of hatred and disdain,
Raised upon division, arrogance, and pain.

نبی ابراہیم کی دشمنی میں وہ آج کا نمرود تھا
Nabi Ibrahim ki dushmani mein woh aaj ka Namrood tha
In enmity to Prophet Abraham's path, he stood like Nimrod of old,
Defying truth and justice with a heart grown cold.

جس پر کھڑا تھا ووٹروں کا نافرمان بے وفا
Jis par khara tha voteron ka nafarmaan bewafa
Upon it stood a faithless one who ignored the people's call,
Trusting in power's illusion, believing he could never fall.

تیز بارش کے جھونکے سے پربت ہوا دفع
Taiz barish ke jhonkay se parbat hua dafa
One fierce storm of rain swept that mountain away,
And pride's grand fortress vanished in a single day.

مورخ کی طرح ہوا میں وہ لٹکا رہے سدا
Murakh ki tarah hawa mein woh latka rahe sada
Like a naive suspended in the winds of time, forever he would stay.

نہ گھر کا رہا نہ گھاٹ کا، وہ ایسا ہے گدھا
Na ghar ka raha na ghaat ka, woh aisa hai gadha
Belonging neither here nor there, such was his fate to see,
Lost between every shore, without identity.
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