Love (3)
Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love,
छुप छुप के जो तरसाया था
देखा होगा र
मुश्किलें जरुर है, मगर ठहरा नही हूं म
Laid my head upon your chest
Your arms encircled me,
It was, My Love, as if we we
A Special World
A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
Iss khoobsurat jindagi ki talash,
barso se thi hume
uperwaale ne dikha hi diya
"Ek muddat ke baad milne wali thi kaid se Azadi,
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We are often greatly bothered
By two fussy little men,
Who sometimes block our pa
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
Say yes, and we could surf the highest waves,
Your hand in mine, never losing faith.