Dard Na Hota Agar Ishq Mien Toh Shayad
Mohabbat Ka Naam Bhi Na Hota,
Dil Na Toot-te Agar Pyar Mein Toh Diljalo Ka
Sailab Bhi Na Hota,
Khuda Yeh Kaisi Teri Khudai, Kyu Tu Ne Bewafai
Banayi,
Are Hum Yuh Hi Kurban Ho Jate, Kyu Tu Ne Dil
Mein Aag Lagayi,
Abh Hum Kisi Ko Pyar Se Dekhna Se Bhi Darte
Hain,
Ro Dete Hai Jab Log Hume Deewana Kehte Hain,
Kya Hum Un Logo Ko Bataye, Kaise Apne Zakham
Dikhaye,
Naam Khuda Tera Hi Badnam Hoga, Jab Charcha
Yeh Khule Aam Hoga,
Mere Her Gunah Ki Saza Usne Payi Hai,
Dard Ki Had Dekho Ke Uski Jaan Pe Ban Aayi Hai,
Hum Gunehgar Kehke Khud Ko Behla Liya Kerte
Hain,
Aur Woh Muskurake Hume Ruladiya Kerte Hain..
Waise Toh Hume Nafrat Hai Apne Bewafai Se,
Lekin Jhutla Nahi Sakte Bewafa Hona Ke Sachayi
Se,
Chhoda Tha Saath Uska Jisko Kehte Hum Apne
Perchayi The,
Diya Woh Jahaan Use Jismein Khushiyan Na
Dekhayi De..
If I were a factory employee, a workman on the railroads or a wage-earner of any sort, I would undoubtedly join the union of my trade. If I disapproved of its policy, I would join in order to fight that policy; if the union leaders were dishonest, I would join in order to put them out. I believe in the union and I believe that all men who are benefited by the union are morally bound to help to the extent of their power in the common interests advanced by the union.
Unmarried Man:Mujhe shaadi nahi karni,
Mujhe sab aurto se darr lagta hai,.
Married Man:Shaadi kar lo fir ek hi aurat se darr lagega,
baaki sab achhi lagegi Tujhe..!!
When I heard the truth about my name was not Cassius Clay, like I knew a black man in America named John Hawkins. Now, you know who John Hawkins was.He was a slave trader from England. But the white people of that time, if one had five slaves and his name was Jones, they would be called Jones' property. [...] Now that I'm free, now that I'm no longer a slave, then I want a name of my ancestors.