Make for me a place within your heart
On which I can depend. For only you
Touch the ancient wellsprings of my tears,
Home through all the wanderings of my years,
Eden that no other can renew,
Root I cannot rend through rage or art.
Son:Mujhe circus dekhna hai.
Papa:I M busy
Son: Waha 1 ladki chote-2 kapdo me
cheete pe sawari karti hai
Papa: Chalo chalte hai,
kaafi dino se cheeta nahi dekha