This poem is translated from Punjabi text
How can I...
The moon is also yours
The stars are yours.
All the twinkling of an eye,
To whom shall I speak evil in this city?
The new highs with the camels are their own.
How to drink from here
Let the well tell the Lord about his paradise
Keep your saliva in your hands.
By : Naveed Anjum
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