jiwant mera prem saans leta hai
उसकी हर बात घोलती है मेरे कानों में अ
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
You're the best thing to happen to me,
So let our love fly free.
You're my dream
A Time to Talk
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand
Kuchh pal saath chale to jaanaa,
Rastaa hai jaanaa pehchanaa.
Saan
A Red, Red Rose
O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve's like the melodie <
I'm sorry for hurting you, like the way I do
I'm sorry for the hurtful things I always sa
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley — but
Sorry If I'd never met you, I wouldn't feel the pain Of losing your swee
I'm sorry friend
I don't know what to do
I try so hard
to be a better person to you
