When My Father Hates Me
I Never Think To Die
When My Frnds Hate Me Inever Think To Die
But...
When My Lover Said That Now She Hate Me
I Thought To Die.Why
How Does A Stranger Becomes That Much Close To My Heart
He who is in love
is wise and is becoming wiser,
sees newly every time he
looks at the object beloved,
drawing from it with his eyes
and his mind those virtues
which it possesses.
Wafa ruswa nahe krna,
Suno aisa nahe krna,
Main pehlay he akela hon,
Mujhe tanha nahe krna,
Bohat massrrof ho jana,
Tou socha nahe krna,
Bharosa bi zaroori hy,
Magr sab ka nahe krna,
Muqadar phir muqadar hy,
Kabi daawa nahe krna,
Jo likha hy wo hona hy,
Kabhi shikwa nahe krna,
Meri takmeel tm se hy,
Mujhe aadha nahe krna,
Haqiqat hy milan apna,
Isay sapna nahe krna,
Humain tm yaad rehty ho,
Humain bhoola nahe krna
