Log Mujhse Hr Bar Poochte Hain Tum Ne UsMe Kya Dekha ?
Me Kehta Hun Jab Usy Dekha To Phir Us K Bad Kuch Nhi Dekha.
Did Not How can I let go of you, the one who holds my heart, We loved being together, now we cry She had looked for his coming as warriors come, With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca My empty, broken heart is left in the pouring rain to soak up my tears. I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows. I am who I am, from my head to my toes.
Twas a new feeling - something more
Than we had dared to own before,
Which then we hid not;
