MATHAMETICAL POEM.Hum to na 3 me hain na 13 me,Hum se Q 5,7 karte ho,9,2,11 kar k hum ko,Chup k oron se bat karte ho,302 lage gi tum ko,Qatl ki wardat karte ho,420 hai vo jis k liy,Zulf lehra k rat karte ho..!
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. . .