I miss the voice that calls my name
I miss the hand that holds me securely
I miss the words that enlivens my day
I miss those eyes that see my soul
I miss the way you call my name
Along with the way you hold my hand
I miss you dearly how you love me
And how you tell me you do
I long to hear that voice again
I hope to feel your hand brush against mine
I hope to see those eys
And I hope to be loved by you as long as I have life
Hur dil ke dharkan mein koe baat hoti hai. Hur udas zindigi me kisi ke yad hoti hai. Tumhain pata ho na ho tumhari Hur khushi k peche humari (dua) hoti hai
"Hum Ko GaLi Main dekh kar Khud Ko Chupa Lia,
jane ye DUSHMANO ne usay kia sikha diya,
ghar us ne kia banaya MASJID k samne....
CHAHAT ne us ki hum ko NAMAZI bana diya"
saza yah khob mili tum say dil laganay ki,nazarlagi hay meray pyar ko zamanay ki,ab to qabar mein say bhi nikal ker kahtay hain hath mere,hamain to hasrat hi rah gai tumhain galay laganay ki
kiya zaruri hay kay mein nay jisay chaha tha kabhi
agli duniya bhi meray piyar ko us ka paye
kiya zruri hay jo dharka na kabhi meray liye
agli rut mein bhi mera dil usay pathar paye
