My Pray to My Respected Readers
Song for Pakistani Cricket Team
Song
We are Pakistani and the sons of Eagle Land,
Every impossible is conquered by our iron hand,
We do eat air and live in space without any fear,
Our heads touch the skies our feet golden sand,
Our forefathers have conquered space and time,
We trust in Allah, do read our histories in rhyme;
Our sword faith in Allah, our hope the holy Quran,
All over the world you hear our victory chime
We have defeated the nations in war and game,
We know the tricky nations anon how to tame,
Our hearts made of gold, our hands made of iron,
To rule over wars and games is our single aim,
We praise Allah in day and night our greater Lord,
Our mothers infuse in hearts the spirit of leopard,
Preying in space of war and game our mission,
Our faith and trust in God are made of iron hard,
We fight face to face and never show the heel,
In the field of war and game our faith is our meal,
We fight for our country, land of our forefathers,
Our nails; made of copper have guts iron to peel
Song of WC T20 2016
Who will win the hearts? Who will win the match?
The god of love hovering over the ground in jovial mood
Watching the glimpse of belles and players drop the catch,
The gods of game turns sway his face to purify the crude,
When the belles smile sixes will be made with happy heart,
Erotic eyes survey the ground where to send the ball
The boundary catch cleaving hearts with mini might darts,
Embers burning in hearts, from the ground going to wall,
The gods of game and gambling survey all from the height,
Reading the book of fate thinking who to award and penalize
Man: Puppet in the hands of fate and cruel time might
Alluring beauties charm the players with full erotic eyes
The old and young enjoy the match with families and friends,
The suckling and infants seeing walking statues in the ground
Winning the hearts blonde cute smiles changing player’s trends
Behind the back of the belle the fans enjoying erotic sound
Gathering of the players at one platform what is shows
Forget the bitter past and s[read love and peace on earth,
I see the colored faces enjoying the match standing in rows
Their intentions are honest and simple hearts full of mirth
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