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.
Ek Bachay Ne Apni Maa Se Pocha K Insaan Ki Nasal Kahan Se Start Hui,
Mom: Matti Se,
Bacha Mutma-En Na Hua.
Phr Apny Baap Se Yehi Question Kia To Jawab Mila:
"Bandar Se"
Bacha Phr Mom K Pass Aya Or Bola Papa To Ye Keh Rahay Hain.
Mom: Haan To Unho Ne Apni Btai Hai.
