To Mary
The twentieth year is well-nigh past,
Since first our sky was overcast;
Ah, would that this
tu juda hoyo par teri yaad juda naa hoi
saath tere mujhe rehna hai
tu is mo
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
Hi
ना मस्जिद खतरे में है, ना मंदिर खतरे म
True inner joy is self – created.
It does not depend on outer circumstances.
A ri
I like to blaze new trails
on the road to nowhere.
On a journey through time,
बड़ी ही जतन से पाला है माँ ने
हर एक
Don't look for the flaws as you go through life;
And even when you find them,
Dosti ka rista hota hai khas ,
Jo hota hai her kisi ke pas .
Jo deti hai har kada
If I were to leave this world today, I'd want to be remembered, it's true,
for going that
