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.
High Class Insult . . Girl to Boy: Apne Baal to dekho jaise Ghass Ugi Ho. . . . . . . . . . . Boy 2 girl: Isliye itni der se soch raha hu ke mere saamne Bhais kyun khadi h.
