Poetry is not about us
pain
A Potion of Sadness and Anger
And madness, non-existent
The one who loses
Cedar in art, so
Obvious Rotten Farm Crop
The result is a bunch of corrupt people.
The Purpose of Money
Suspicious, responsible
Beloved, Customer
Consumable Case
Indebted government
An Angry Nation
The businessman is honored.
The one who milked you
The assumption is that the cow
He said, "What is your role?" Leadership?
I said, "No, tell me, Mr. Ravi."
Acid crush
Poor fellow, dont get in the way.
Death Practice
Cold tears
Blood Trail
Flip Sheet
Dont look at Pashto, dont go back
It was my family
The one who is Bijun
He went behind the bar and shouted.
Our Duty with Blood
It lights up in the street, Sardar
Not a weak body from injections
No forgiveness, no encouragement
Read our history
Tomorrow you will hear these words
