Na jine ki khushi na marne ka gam, gam hai to unse na milne ka gam, jeete hai is aas pe kbhi woh hamare kehlayenge marte nahi isliye ki woh akele reh jayenge.
Mohabbat dilo ko Awara Bana deti HAI Gardish me Rehne wala Sitara bna Deti HaiYe apni Hadd me Rahe to Theek WarnaKisi ko "VEER"Kisi ko "ZAARA" Bana deti hai
Bhool jate hai hame yaad karta hai kon,zakhm dete hai sab marham rakhta hai kon,hum har pal marte hai aapki judai me, humare aansuo ki kadar karta hai kon.