قیدیٔ دشتِ ستمکار نا سمجھے کوئی’
‘ہر حجابی کو نگوں سار نا سمجھے کوئی
By Zubair Javaid Thorns were pasted, dyed with red blood, reshaped into a flower– that’s meFreezing in scorching sun, dying […]
قیدیٔ دشتِ ستمکار نا سمجھے کوئی’
‘ہر حجابی کو نگوں سار نا سمجھے کوئی
By Zubair Javaid Thorns were pasted, dyed with red blood, reshaped into a flower– that’s meFreezing in scorching sun, dying […]