Aaj to bohot khush hoongay aap?
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Kiyon k, barish jo ho rahi hai
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aur barish main to
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sab hi maindak khush hotay hain
ek girti barish or ek khyaal uska ek phol gulab ka or ek jamal uska barish ki bonden jo yad dilati hain uski so hath dua me hain or honto pe swal uska.
ik raat hoi barsaat bohat
main royaa saari raat bohat
har ghum tha zamaanay ka lekin
main tanha tha us raat bohat
phiraankh say ik saawan barsa
jab seher hoi to khayaal aaya
woh baadal kitna tanha tha
jo barsa saari raat bohat
May the road rise up to meet you, may the wind be ever at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rain fall softly on your fields. And until we meet again, May God hold you in the hollow of his hand.
I am sure it is a great mistake always to know enough to go in when it rains. One may keep snug and dry by such knowledge, but one misses a world of loveliness.
How can U tell the rain not 2 fall when clouds exist?
How can U tell the leaves not 2 fall when wind exist?
How can U tell me not 2 fall in friendship when U exist.
