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.
two frn are talking to each other
1st: kal tumhare pati pipe se apne flat mai ja rahe the.
2nd:haan pairon mai plaster k baad doctor ne unhe seediyan[stairs] chadne se mana kiya hai
karti ha meri bewi subha sham shak muj per,pochti ha muj se ye mis FAKHIRA kon hai?banwaya jab mein n apna ID card,poch dala batate kuin nehi ye ab NADRA kon ha
