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.
ik admi jungle main jaa raha hota hai tu ikdam se ik well main gir jaata hai kaafi dair tak gir raha hota hai tu achanak ik tehni pekerleta hai thori dair main awaz ati hai seedha haath chor woh seedha haath chor deta hai phir awaz ati hai ulta haath chor woh choor deta hai neeche gir raha hota hai tu azaaz ati hai ke CHOOOTIYAAAA!!!
'Katrina: Me Tuhmare liye sub chor dungi, Salman: Ami Abu? Ktrina:G Salman: Khana pina Katrina:G Salman: Friends? Katrina:G Salman: "Jo ye msg parh raha hai os" ko B?
Katrina: Zuban sambal k bat kar Salman!
Me sb ko chor sakti hun lekin apne bhai ko nhi. Bhaiya G smile'