May you always have work for your hands to do.
May your pockets hold always a coin or two.
May the sun shine bright on your windowpane.
May the rainbow be certain to follow each rain.
May the hand of a friend always be near you.
And may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you
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.
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
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.
barsaat main jab
barish hoti thi
hum park main betha karty thy
barish main bheega karty thy
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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
God didn''t promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow, sun without rain, but He did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears, and light for the way
