"Oh My Lovely Bird"
Oh my Lovely bird fly,fly, fly
Give my message to my mom.
Tell her your son wants to come back home.
He can't sleep at the darkest nights,
with brothers and sisters lovely verbul fights
Feeling as if mountains hights,
Neither date trees nor glorious sights,
Oh my lovely bird fly,fly,fly.
People are searching happy days,
I have been just lost on these ways.
Sadness is burnning me as sun rays,
Wanna come on beautiuios days,
Oh my lovely bird fly,fly,fly
Give my message to my mom,
Tell her your son wants ti come back home.

© SHAFEEQ ESSA Baloch