Honour which isn’t mine!

The birth of a baby

Is celebrated with gunfire

Everyone becomes happy

Bringing every heart together

Cows and Cattles

Are Salautered with sharpe blades

Every kith and kin including mom

Dances with happies

But!!

The dark night resembling a devil

Will gloom the light

Double-Barreled guns turns into rust

Hanging on the walls

Every face bursting into slots

Slots! As of a cloth

Because !

The newborn is not a boy

A doll (girl) never places a boy

A doll (girl) will never be a part of traditon

Will remain a maid of a house

The doll (girl) is a shame for the honour

Translated By Ak Baloch

 

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