پيار محبت آهي ڄار
ٿئي هوءَ ان جو روز شڪار.
ڪڏهن ٿي هن کي سونهن مارائي،
ڪڏهن کائي عقلُ کان مار.
همتَ هُن جي بڻي آ ڪنڊو،
ڪيئي ذهن ٿيا هن بيمار.
جڏهن اڪيلي هوءَ ٿي نڪري،
کائي ٿي نظرن جي مار.
رستا روڪ ٿئي ٿي هُن جي،
پوءِ به هوءَ آ بد ڪردار.
خوف جي بڻي آ هاڻي علامت،
سندس آزادي بڻي آ گار.
لقب ملن ٿا ڪيئي هُن کي،
ڪڏهن آ وئيشيا ڪڏهن هوءَ يار.
Love, Affection Is A Trap
Love, affection is a trap
She becomes victim daily
Sometime her beauty is vulnerable
Sometimes her wisdom
Her courage has become thorn
Which piercers in sick minds
When she walks alone around
Every bad stare is fixed at her
Though she is stopped to excel
She is blamed for her character
She is threat to honor of men
Her independence is cursed & abused
She receives many titles
As, Harlot with many friends