"I''m Here, And I Love You.
I Have Always Loved You,
And I Will Always Love You.
I Was Thinking Of You,
Seeing Your Face In My Mind,
Every Second That I Was Away.
When I Told You I Didn''t Want You,
It Was The Blackest Kind Of Blasphemy."
Koi kuch bhi na kahay to pata kya hai
Is bechain khamoshi ki wajah kya hai
Unhain ja kay koi kahay hum lay lenge zahar bhi
Woh sirf yeh to bata dain meri khata kya hai…….
It is easy to look back, self-indulgently, feeling pleasantly sorry for oneself and saying I didn''t have this and I didn''t have that. But it is only the grown woman regretting the hardships of a little girl who never thought they were hardships at all.
