i have liked many,
but loved very few,
yet no one has been,
as sweet as you,
i am the stand and,
wait woprld''s longest que,
just for the pleasure,
of a moment with you.
All love at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets until ‘tis fine;
But when ‘tis settled on the lee,
And from th’ impurer matter free,
Become the richer still the older,
And proves the pleasanter the colder.
Sitaron ke bagher asmaan mein rakha hai kia?
Bin teray jeenay mein rakha hai kia?
Lagta hai sub kuch adhoora adhoora sa
Khushi ke baghair hansnay mein rakha hai kia?
