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Dr. Haroon Rashid Chaudhry, D.V.M., M.Sc. (Hons) Microbiology Lecturer, UCV&AS, The Islamia University of Bahawalpur, Punjab, PAKISTAN

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Haroon
Ramadan, welcome you are kareem
To fast in your time, but i can dream
I am a man, the devil with a notion clean
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Loafer without a buffer
Anger and wrath he will suffer
Cute and cuddly: he is my budy
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A beautiful rose,
Tall and slender
Not too frightened ,she'd pose,
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A lion cubb,young and strong
For a butterfly,he wedlock hold
A strider and a glider for head strong
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Flirty
He is but
dirty
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A notion of a girl
Funny and slim without curl
Lively to chat and answer
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Time, we will master you
I will probably will not be able to
But my genes will live to muster you
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Come what may
I will struggle hard
Still in dismay
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Wake up mother
In this world we suffer
A rotten egg and a sperm
I am the black sheep to burn
Wake up mother
Comfort me i surrender
For the evil things i done
Now i can not bake a bun
Wake up mother
Protect me from this hoard
Called civilization
Ready to hang me on board
Wake up mother
My heaven has been stolen
By the black sorrowfull raven
As i recede into a dark caravan
Wake up mother
My blessings lie to me
My friends betray me
Your children shun me
Wake up mother
I cry and cry
But the gods are cruel
They have taken
My mother away from me
Wake up mother

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Haroon
Oh Allah, Thine art greatest
None like you, Ye are the Fairest
None shape for you, none like your shape
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