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O Bulleya


O Bulleya! Deepened, saddened and distressed, I am writing this to you.
Come and see what have they made of a city that once belonged to you.

There was a time it was known for love
Now its known for lust, nowhere seen is love

There was a time Bulleya, people adored it.
Everyone has nothing now, but just to abhor it.

Love was what you talked all about
Why is that you are silent, with nothing to talk about?

O! Bulleya they did it again.
Before it was Zain now Zainab again.

They say you knew Him a lot at that place
If that's true ask Him to annihilate this place

O! Bullyeah! What more is that you need to see?
Haven’t we have seen enough of this plea.

There stand that cohort all innocent.
What can we do? We are all reticent.

Once more innocence have been bullet hit.
You await Bulleya for those corrupt filletted

I adored you, adored thy city.
Now I adore you, but abhor thy city.

Come See Bulleya! What have they made of thy city.
Innocency and impeccably all are uprooted in the city

They have intolerance for these cinemas
all they do are those lousy useless fatwas

This is Bulleya this all the felicity.
Why don’t Bulleya! Ends down all this toxicity.

Bulleya! Marium of them were a daughter of nation!
But what about this daughter of nation?

Shame! Bulleya Shame! Is what we lack.
No we never got any of them whack.



Come down, o messenger of love.
Look! What have they done to that little dove.
We bear it, bear it, bear it, if we bear it once again.
It was a daughter this time, it will be our daughter once again

Come see Bulleya this tyranny
They will be made innocent this is the irony
Tomorrow they would roam like a bird freely
Having a shine in their eyes brightly
they would once again show us sign of victory
on our faces they would slap us hard herculean-ly

Dozen of innocence would be uprooted again
Hundred of us would be burned again
No one will ever question them forever
This is the country, you loved in and it will be like this forever

Dare you Bulleya to talk about love once more
There exist none of it here, now more
Listen to your sisters, O Bulleya! Talk about love no more
It won't make us any difference now, talking  about it once more

You want to go to that unknown state?
Where no one knows about fate.
But what about this, this old state?
Where no one makes love their fate.

O Bulleya! Deepened, saddened and distressed, I am writing this to you.
Come and see what have they made of a country that once belonged to you.

Shrine of Bulleh Shah



By Ahmed R.I.K


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Location: Islamabad, Pakistan

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