Lets Walk, dear Pakistan

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14 Nov, 2007

A wet eye, a troubled life is not enough,
Accusations of hidden love are not enough,
With feet in chains, come, let us walk through the bazaar today

Let us go with our hands raised, let us go with a song and dance,
Let us go with dirt in our hair, let us go with blood on our shirts,
Let us go while the city of love watches.

For the ruler of the city, and the crowd of the commoners,
And the arrows of accusations, and the stones of abuse,
And the glum morning, and the failing day