We often say that once a bird's nest is broken, it is hard to find again. In the same way, those who live in a foreign country, once they leave, they meet again only by luck.
In our literary circles, since the friends of Pakistan and India are included, the chances of reunion are very low. That is why when a foreigner is returning home, the friends open the windows of their hearts and shower love. The Adab tribe has also maintained this tradition.
عاعجازالحق:
You are a bubble, your job is to keep singing
Keep waking up the whole Gulshan with negligence
Someone will sit here tomorrow tired traveler
Keep planting your new trees by hand
عمعراج الدین:
No one's heart dies, now there is no waiting
There is no longer any sorrow for consolation
I used to live in a city of indifference
There is no mourning over the accident
- Abdullah Amir:
Sounds a bit strange
Something strange, something strange
Which was once Gulshanabad
Today seems a bit desolate
البال کوکب:
I want to be ignorant now
I want to be the glory of micro
No relationship now your relationship
I want to be ignorant now