In whose hands is the stove...
Who has responsibility on his shoulders...
Yeah, I'm the same girl,
Which I cry to read...
Not everyone understood...
The pain and sorrow increased...
Have you ever felt my feelings...
Killing my emotions...
Yes, yes, I climb on Lee every day.
Yes, I'm the same girl...
Which I cry to read...
No one has done anything of his own...
Where's the house...
In fact, where they were born...
Who then buried him?
What did you get in the world?
There was no dust in the house.
Yeah, I'm the same girl.
Which I cry to read...
Poet Sana Khan Chishti
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