Pakistan's dad

Pakistan's dad


Pakistan's dad,
Sat down to play chess,
Tadhina tadhina seye dancing,
Paw was increased.
A B C alphabet,
He thought up the catch.
Some say that byatadera,
Kile will be frozen.
They lost our mother tongue,
Incorrigible incorrigible die.
Stupid ass Bengalis,
Panata eat rice.
And they caraghusi kilei,
Kupokat be.
And babaji Jinnah!
Mother's words so straight
Quenched kinya you?
Panata rice, the son of the soil,
Like the hard ground.
Kiel ghusike daraya Nico,
Bahiye gave blood.

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