Honour which isn’t mine!
The birth of a baby
Is celebrated with gunfire
Everyone becomes happy
Bringing every heart together
Cows and Cattles
Are Salautered with sharpe blades
Every kith and kin including mom
Dances with happies
But!!
The dark night resembling a devil
Will gloom the light
Double-Barreled guns turns into rust
Hanging on the walls
Every face bursting into slots
Slots! As of a cloth
Because !
The newborn is not a boy
A doll (girl) never places a boy
A doll (girl) will never be a part of traditon
Will remain a maid of a house
The doll (girl) is a shame for the honour
Translated By Ak Baloch
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