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.
jaise hi khunchuus ne pakya, pappu aur bittu ko kaata....
teeno ne milke khunchuus ko ek ke baad ek kaan ke neeche diye...pairon se....thakur ke chappal pehne the unhone...
ab khunchuus ko bahut sharam aayi aur lajja ke maare dispensary se bahar bhag gaya...chaman bhi uske peeche peeche bhaaga...
lekin ab machchar ro rahe the kyu ki unke kaan ab tak saaf nahi hue...
udhar KAAN film festival bhi deri se shuru hui.......-;>