The Stuff I Served My Teacher यूँ जिन्दगी के ख्वाब दिखा गया कोई, I wake up every day with your smile on my mind. It's a beautiful sight to behold, so soft सपने लेने छोड़ दिया था, लगा था तन Shadows on the wall Noises down the hall Life doesn't frighten me at all TIMES OF GRIEF रात की इस ख़ामोशी में इस कलम की सरगो Womens In My Life सोचता हूं कहूं वो इंकार न कर दें. . क I have waited quite a long time to get old, So I think I should try to enjoy it.
The stuff I served my teacher
was pretty, fairly gross!
Like rotten eggs and lumpy milk
A day it came, a day it went
Pain and cry, all left in grief
Scar it made, it hides behind
I was born,
a woman was there to hold me.......... my mother
I grew as a child
