मुझे न बसंत भाता है,
न ही बह
Look at the beauty in her eyes,
a glow that shines like the sunrise.
Her sm
म नन्हें-मुन्ने हैं बच्चे,
आजादी क
My eyes meet his,
Our hands touch,
Then our lips,
We are no longer on ear
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
धुँधली हुईं दिशाएँ, छाने लगा कुहासा,
Your charming smile unlocks the door of my heart…
Your gentle touch
O, My Friend
O, my friend,
What fitting word can I say?
You, my chum,
My companion of infinite talks,
What do I see in you? Oh boy. Oh boy,
I see mountains and rivers a lifetime of joy,
How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways
I love the way you love the real me