Bikte Hai Gum Husn Ke Bazar Me,
Lakho Dard Chupte Hai Ek Chote Se Inkar Me,
Ho Jao Ager Zamane Se Khafa,
To Swagat Hai Hamari Dosti Ke Darbar Me... ;->
We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed. As in filling a vessel drop by drop there is at last a drop which makes it run over, so in a series of kindness there is at last one which makes the heart run over.
