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
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.
"Ek muddat ke baad milne wali thi kaid se Azadi,
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