Away from beloved Punjab in Foreign land, the memories of past have faded. Personal friends, and near relations forgotten whilst chasing difficult goals. Those left behind call on to the youngster to beware of the Creator to whom he is answerable. Reminding him to not chase dreams and cheap pleasures as the bride back to Punjab is still strong. Lady friends in Punjab taunt him not to fall for some foreign ladies as they know him well.
Which high clouds do you live on now?
When you are accusing us unthinkingly?
Who are your new found and fresh companions?
When our burnt bridges are still smouldering?
Why did you embrace these foreign lands?
What you seek are elusive dreams?
Where can I tell you the truth that now you can’t recall?
Which high heels are you following now?
When you should fear your Creator?
Who will need all cinders accounted for?
When you sang those songs we now remember?
Why so proud you forget us in those foreign lands?
What you won’t care are old flames glowing embers?
Where can I tell you the truth that now you can’t recall?
Which high sharp eyes you are attracted to?
When you have no memories of youth that was?
Who will you next choose to stab fatal blows to?
When uncounted victims still live on without breathing?
Why fading moments call to you in from foreign lands?
What makes us fools and you so unhearing?
Where can I tell you the truth that now you can’t recall?
Which high clouds do you live on now?
When you are accusing us unthinkingly?
Who are your new found and fresh companions?
When our burnt bridges are still smouldering?
Why did you embrace these foreign lands?
What you seek are elusive dreams?
Where can I tell you the truth that now you can’t recall?
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