I'm resting here quite regally,
The feature of the table.
Surrounded by potatoes that
I'd taste if I were able.
My subjects, scrubbed and beaming,
Circle round the royal platter.
They seem to be adoring me,
But something is the matter.
See me basking in the candlelight,
My skin so nicely tanned.
The reason for this treatment,
I do not understand.
While I'd love to peck that dish of corn
And gobble down a berry,
I find this jolly atmosphere
To be a trifle scary.
Love and Friendship
Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree—
The holly is dark when the
मुझे अपनी जान बना लो,
अपना अहसास बन
Kya pta hai tujhe?
ki mere jajbaato ka alfaaj tu hai,
mere hontho par bikhari mus
Qurbat Say Teri Reh Nhi Pata...
Qurbat Say Teri Reh Nh Pata Mai Apny Aap Mein...
Har Baar Tujh ko Tujh Sy He..Churany Ko Je
I hate this feeling of being so lonely,
Without someone around who underst
