I am tired of hiding tears in my eyes
I get tired of carrying loads of water
They have feet that they don't realize about me
I get tired of erasing marks
Snow is such that it does not melt into water
I am tired of quenching my thirst
This level of familiarity does not look good
I get tired of shaking hands
Sadness is also a wonderful love
I get tired of making people laugh
Don't make so many graves in me Mohsin
I get tired of lighting the lamps
Love was necessary for you, when was ignorance?
We knew when you performed
How to cry now, which is a sad nature
When did I have a night before?

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