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Lahore’s sky was held up by the same kites that my dreams lived in.
Lahore’s soil was shaped by the passion of my fast bowling.
Lahore’s night made the stars from the reflection of my eyes.
But I was not made for Lahore.
Lahore’s moonlight lit the torches I didn’t need.
Lahore’s streets were shaped by my poetry.
But I was not made for Lahore.
The truth is simple.
My voice fills the mehfils,
I am the gobi wala,
The phal wala,
The dood wala,
The badd-tameez wala,
Main hoon Lahore.
I am Lahore.

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