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We are laborers, we are laborers, we were compelled, we are compelled We are a fistula in the heart of humanity The eye of wealth is made of our bones The walls of the temple also burn with the melted fat of the laborer We have the market boom, we have the redness of faces The heart of our world burns We sew wealth, we reject wealth We are laborers, we are laborers, we are step-sons of destiny Not even a mat of gold, we are so much of a caste Those who sleep on sages are probably the sons of God There is no change in us in the winter shift nights In the hot season of Besakh, in the rainy season of Sawan What is the need of clothes for the workers, the animals What's the matter, human beings made of iron by cold and heat?
Flute isy urdu main bansuri khty hain iska sound bht acha hta skon mlta isy snny ka sirf talented or trained bnda hi isy achy sy bja skhta bhot sy movies main songs m use kia gya hy lkn acha lgta khas tor pr heer ranjha main kfi use kia gya hy jo k bhot famous bhi hoa or aj kal to bamsuri bjany wly log rh hi ni gae