I mightn’t love you
But it’s the verse
Follows our dreams
I mightn’t love you
But the lamps are
Brimful at your doors
You call me
And I mightn’t love you
But your smile is
(The insurgent poem to write)
You violate me
So does your insanity
Inadvertently I sip the love
And I pretend I don’t love you
Don’t love you
Don’t love you
Don’t love you.

 My Father
Your dreams were crying
As we were throwing
The dust on your body
Since then we felt our defeat
Will you decorate your cheat.
 

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Translated by / JAWAD WADI