Behti jahan gyaan ki dhara,
Vo bharat hume jaan se pyara,
Sita ram ki dhara hai j
It's unbranded and unclaimed,
Elusive and in vain.
It ebbs and it flows,
If at times you feel you want to cry
And life seems such a trial,
Above the cloud
Her long black hair blowing in the wind
I slowly kiss her soft black skin
The way
I'm glad to be best friends
but I still miss your touch
the love that you gave me
Mere dard ko kisne dekha hai,
jisne dekha hai mujhe haste dekh hai,
akser rota ha
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<नन्ही सी आंखें और मुड़ी हुई उंगलियां
To laugh often and much;
To win the respect of intelligent people
and the affecti
Once there was a boy who never
Tore his clothes, or hardly ever,
Never made his s
