ai kas ki mai sikandre sahar hot,har meel pe tere nam ka ptthar hoota,uto aadat hai mujhe har gam me muskurane ki varna charo taraf samundar hi samundar hota.
OR KOI GAM NAHI EK TERI JUDAI KE SIVA, MERE HISSE ME KYA AAYA TANHAI KE SIVA! YU TO MILAN KI RAATE MILI BESUMAAR, PYAR ME SAB KUCHH MILA SEHNAI KE SIVA!!
mere to dard bhi auro ke kaam aate hain me ro padu to bahut loog muskurate hain khuda jane wo loog kaise sukun paate hain dilo ke khail me jo haar jaate hain
Wo muzh se pooch raha tha batao kaisa laga, Tum peechle zakhm ko chodo,Yeh ghao kaisa laga... Ajab sawal kyia andhiyon ne patton se, Shajar se toot ke Girna batao kaisa Laga