Fury Miri thirsty often eyes
Sahara Mira Face is Saltwater Third Eyes
Then who will give them as-mercenary-e-Tabassum?
I will cry very much by splitting my eyes
The empty palm of the evening-e-giriban
What do you do not do gauhar tere eyes
I see barely but me
Open eyes and eyes
Not yet erased from the memories of black memories
Angrily
If possible, I would like to say the latest Ghazal
Then do not touch your eyes and your eyes
I am standing in a single road
Maybe I will see my eyes turned away
It is not good to keep looking at it 'Mohsin'
It is the pack of glass, then the stone is my eyes
