Poems about Immigration
Traces of flickering light glimpsing over lightless faces
lost in the lands they shall call home.
آرزوۓعاشقاں و جستجوۓ باوفا
سرخ روۓ دو جہاں اور رنگ و بوۓ مرتضی
سیرت و کردار میں اور نکہت گفتار میں
You're in love that I've heard?
Oh, does he know that you have scars,
That highlight the truth, imprisoned in bars?
Sometimes it hurts to know the truth.
It hurts to know that this is reality and you can't change anything.
