maut ki gari me jis din sona hoga,
na koi takiya hoga na koi bichhona hoga,
sath hogi aap jaise dosto ki mithi yaade,
aur shamsan ka ek chhota sa kona hoga
when the lips are closed,the heart begins to speak.
When the heart is silent,the soul blazes up
bursting into flame and this illuminates
the whole of our life...
The "rain"may cover the "sun"
but we knw tht "sun"never
forgets to shine , just like u..
I may not often see U , but U always
"shine " in my prayers..............
