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.
MunnaBhai: Yaar yeh kutte poonch kyon hilate hain? Bole to dog tail shaking WHY?
Circuit: Common sense Bhai! Ab poonch kutte ko to nahin hila sakti hai na.
