Pathan Proposed girl wid a romentic poetry,
Kutta mar gaya razai main,
Main Paagal hun teri judai main.
Gobar pe machar baith nahi sakta,
Pathaan tere bin reh nahi sakta.
A mother serves her sugar with
A bit of peppermint
To clarify the passages
That carry what she meant
When she first set to bear a soul
Quite separate from her own,
Whom she would cherish, yet must teach
To live and die alone.
To cry is to know that youre alive
But
My river of tears has run dry I never wanted to fool you
But
A cold heart is a dead heart And it feels like I''ve been buried alive by love
If I should die before I wake There ai''nt no one my soul to take If I wake before I die, rescue me with your smile. . .
