Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Love looks not with the eye, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Us Ne Door Rehnay Ka Mashwara B Likha Ha,
Saat He Mohabbat Ka Wasta B Likha Ha.
Us Ne Yeh B Likha Ha Meray Ghar Nehn AAna,
Or saaf Lafzon Me Rasta B Likha Ha
THOUGH I KNOW THE PHONE WONT RING, TO ADD A BEAT TO MY HEART
THE MESSAGES WONT FLASH, TO ADD COLOURS TO MY DAY
THAT VOICE WONT FALL ONTO MY EARS TO ADD RHYTHM TODAY
YET I WAIT.....FOREVER...IS THAT LOVE?