If I were to write a poem,
It would be a fantastic piece of art,
Many people woul
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
A Summer Song
When as the rye reach to the chin,
And chopcherry, chopcherry ripe within,
Strawberries swimmi
Kuch yaadein hain un lamho ki,
jin lamho me
बनते बिगड़ते हालातों का
हिसाब है ज
Woh yaad aaye bhulate bhulate,
dil ke zakham ubhar aaye chhupate chhupate,
sikhay
Who learns and learns,
Nor acts on what he knows,
Is one who plows and plows,
सच तो है ये जिंदगी कुछ लम्हात
एहसा
देश लूटने की खातिर पग-पग पर दुश्मन बै
A Friend
A person who will listen and not condemn
Someone on whom you can depend
They will not flee whe
