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Karachi, Pakistan

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The channel of life, what sort of a ride it is ,No one understands, no one knows ,What sort of a road is it, everyone walks on it but, No one understands it, no one knows, I have loved life a lot, I will even welcome death with love, I came into the world crying,I will depart from the world laughingly, But where will I go, who knows this, No one understands, no one knows, There is such a life that has not even been lived,Those who have died even before living a life, There have been such flowers that have never blossomed,Those that have been killed by the climate before blooming, The eyes are worried, the world is tired, No one understands, no one knows,