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.
Aak Bhori Ourat Boli Apni Sahlee Se Ajj Ak Khobsorat Larkay Nay Mujh KO Chand Kha...
Dossri Ourat Harat Se Boli Kab?
Aaj Main Apni Beti K Satth Bazar Jarahi Thi K Larkay Nay Maree Beti Ko Dekh K Bola Chand Ka Tukrra Hia.
Q Hohi Na Main "CHAND"