I was born abroad.
My parents always
Remember that country.
Used to wake up from sleep.
Bhulli na Punjab Putt used to call me.
I mean, you used to say it every day.
We were alone.
There were hundreds of them.
Parents had gone behind.
The chest was heaving.
Bhulli na Punjab Putt used to call me.
The house was demolished
What is a boti next to the dal?
Pizza was our bread.
The cake was very expensive.
Bhulli na Punjab Putt used to call me.
Our daughter or a stranger.
It would have made no difference.
Be someone’s son-in-law.
They used to give milk
Look, you used to call me son of Punjab.
Be it asking or indulgence.
Somewhere wedding or mourning.
Bad fat disease.
Everyone used to get along.
Bhulli na Punjab Putt used to call me.
Even though the harvest of wheat.
Filling of sand
Head up Je Bizai.
They used to get demand.
Bhulli na Punjab Putt used to call me.
Earned a lot.
Village “Alkade” forgotten.
“Sandhu” since when.
Used to count the years.
Bhulli na Punjab Putt used to call me.
I mean, you used to say it every day.
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