Raat meri aankho se ek aansu nikal aaya
Maine usse pucha tu kyo aaya
To usne mujhe bataya ki dear!
Koyi in aankho me etana hai samaya ki
Mai chah kar bhi apni jagah na bna paya.
What shall I do with all the days and hours
That must be counted ere I see thy face?
How shall I charm the interval that lowers
Between this time and that sweet time of grace?
Though I don''t write
or call you
as often as I would like to
I spend time every day
thinking about you
Sometimes it is
a memory of something we shared
Other times it is
an incident in my life
that I imagine myself
telling you about
No matter what it is
in my mind
I write and call you every day
and I miss you
Never luk for a Gud Face, it''ll turn old one day; Never luk for a Gud Skin, it''ll wrinkle one day; But luk for a loyal heart, that''ll miss u every day.
