Jab tumhara sms aata hai, mera rom rom machal jaata hai ang ang me gudgudi hoti hai, ye sms ka kassor nahi hai, kambakht cell hi vibrator par hota hai.
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Aur bhi bahut si cheeze lut chuki hai dil ke saath Ye bataya dosto ne ishq farmane ke baad Is liye kamray ki ek ek cheez “ckeck” karta hoon main “Ek tere aane se pehle, ek tere jaa-ne ke baad”