Life is curved
in the shape of a flower,
a curved trajectory
that loops back on itself
repeatedly until the
last petal falls.
Gati prabal pairon mein bhari
Phir kyun rahoon dar dar khada
Jab aaj mere saamne,
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
We have something that holds us together,
Something that made us both better,
Som
Aate hai farishtey bankar,
Rehte hai har waqt haath thamkar,
Milta Hai anmol dost
A sparkling flame uploading your name
I had no time for a foolish game
<We are often greatly bothered
By two fussy little men,
Who sometimes block our pa
If ice cream could be grown on the treetop,
Tiny tummies would be liking it lots.
Aaj raat meri yeh khamoshi use suna dena
Kuch na sune toh aansu se fehli shayahi dekha de
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
मेहनत सीढियों की तरह होती हैं,
“औ
