Hay, listen every body
I want to tell you story
of my life
I am not poet
i am a pusi cat
only a fraud
a thief___a black sheep
like a sharp knife
no body,s daughter
no body,s sister
no body,s wife

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i was living
in a small city
and what a pitty
i had nothing to eat
though i was a woman
[pretty]
i wanted to fly
here and there
i asked a man
to take my care
so he took
[with another,s share]

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so they made
”MY” 1st two books
[Sehten jab bimar karna]
[Khalas hone ke din yehi hen]
Manwar Bedid and
Mutza Khalas
they used to use–
me—because

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”My”3rd book
[Pehla juta munh par khaya]
is gharanted by
Libas Sazish
and Ashad Beiman
they gharanted this for me
because Manwar Bedid
defeated me in court
and Faroo Badmash
kicked me out of his makan

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like dogs
they were laughing
like wet bitch
i was crying
Sazish and Beiman take me
with them and—
[next scene is only for adults]

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people started to say
”you are looking old
like a gay”
then i decided
to catch a chick
very fat and very rich
who can take me
out of country
who can feed my brothers
and make love
to me [frequently]

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and here he comes
my Said Nadan
to Pakistan
now we are happy
sing togather
”o sathia o sathia”
[but saying our dushman
he looks like my son]

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to be continued