"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."
Is kadar humari chahat ka imtihaan mat lijiye,
Kyu ho khafa ye bayan to kijiye,
Kar dijiye maaf agar ho gayi hai koi khata,
Yu yaad na kar ke saza to na dijiye.
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.
