Daughter (Mirha)

Daughter (Mirha)

Daughters are like mothers,

Hide all the pain in the wrapper,

A strong wrapper of confiscation.

Laugh for us while weeping
During weep they cry inside
But don't show their feelings
Always wish happy for us
Sacrifice their dreams for us

Divided into hundreds of parts
Sitting at the door of the house
She laughs as her mother
And I'm having a good time
Sometimes, I think it,
What kind of ritual is this?
Why mother inherits her daughter
Gives her destiny to her daughter

Imran Nazeer