When April bends above me
And finds me fast asleep,
Dust need not keep the secret
A live heart died to keep.
When April tells the thrushes,
The meadow-larks will know,
And pipe the three words lightly
To all the winds that blow.
आज रात दुख वाली है तो कल दिवाली है,
Vulnerable before I found you
Lost in the lonely streets of my heart
I loved you
In life, some people will hurt us and cause us pain,
but we must learn to forgive and for
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
chandan se kum nahi hai mati hamare desh ki
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
<तेरे चेहरे की क्या तारीफ़ है हर चीज़ इस
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
a
It's unbranded and unclaimed,
Elusive and in vain.
It ebbs and it flows,
