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.
Zamane bhar ki baton mei hame bhula na dena
jab kabhi yaad aaye to zara muskura dena
zinda rahe to milenge dost
nahi to har diwali mere naam ka diya jala dena
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
Love is a noble act of self-giving, offering trust, faith, and loyalty. The more you love, the more you lose a part of yourself, yet you don''t become less of who you are; you end up being complete with your loved ones.
