My Last Words


The life we live

is a such a dream

I love to share my scheme

Ishq make us Ranjha and Heer


I was innocent

but some people made me evil

I wasn’t like that

But karma says it happens to you


There are many hunters of the prettiness

but they have black hearts

I keep them far.


We Punjabis respect each other

Although others think we don’t;

We love to share and

Think about unity


Fateh keeps secrets

of all the world

but people hurt him.


Feel the flava

I said it

They think we are the Shokeens