Blistered feet and wild frenzy,
Are co-travellers and colleagues
Got along with innocently.
And the childhood, an innocent bird,
Passed by somewhere on the way,
I saw it in despair.
Then there was a deceptive moonlight
Or a mirage,
Or say, it was an unheady wine.
It was youth or a curse
Passed by with a smile
But my co-travellers and colleagues are
Blistered feet and wild frenzy
The hell of a journey
Still continues.The Urdu Version
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