Pyar usse iss qadar karti chali jaaun, wo zakhm de aur main bharti chali jaaun, usski zid hai ki vo mujhe maar hi dale, to meri v zid hai usspe marti chali jaaun.
Recesses of my heart began to feel sore because of you I feeling this further I thought sore wound drops of blood This should be my life fully meaningful not an act of sheer love love the dramas full of lies
A Poem Or A Portrait A Novel Or A Play Every Artist Gives His Name. But There Is No Artist Like A Mother Who Gives Birth To A Child But Gives Fathers Name.