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.
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.
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.
barsaat main jab
barish hoti thi
hum park main betha karty thy
barish main bheega karty thy
aaj
waisa he barsaat ka din hi
park ke binch pe
tanha betha bheeg raha hon
jin main hum tum sang bheegy thy
un lamhon ko sochraha raha hon
