Firta hoon mai darbadar
Milta nahin humsafar
Two little women,
Married and single
Lived opposite each other
Confused and bitter
You are lucky
said one woman to another
Both loved to disagree
On each other’s comfort.
Both look towards the sky
As their tears mingle with rain
Both grow complacent
With their disillusionment
Two little women
Learnt new lessons
Single or married
Doesn’t really matter
Both decide to walk with
Their attitude high and fi
Each in their own cocoon
Happy at last
Each enjoying their own
Cozy solitude
As they hear a man
singing all day
Firta hoon mai, darbadar
Milta nahin, humsafar
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