Jab-Jab tanhai ne unko sataya hoga,
tab-tab unko mera khayal aaya hoga,
ghum yeh nahi hai ki woh bhool gaye humko
ghum yeh hai ki Ro-Ro kar Bhulaya hoga.
Some friends are like a Flower. and when they finally bloom they wilt away in just one day and some times just by noon. Some friends are like a cloudy day and when the sun's in sight. it gets blocked by the grayest cloud