Your love is rain dry. A drop left at the bottom. She slapped it up with poetry. And I was then I forgotten.
Zabt kerta hon to her zakham lahoo deta Hai !! Aah kerta hon to andesha ey rusvai Hai !! Dekhta hon to hazaron mere apne hain magr !! Sochta hon to wohi aalm ey tanhai Hai !!
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