Suraj Ugata Hai Aap Ke Kadmo Ki
Aahat Se
Har Kali Khiti Hai Aapeke Jagne Se
Jyada Mat Soiye Aab Jagiye
Kyoki Har Subhah Hoti Hai Aap Ke
Muskurane Se..
Good Morning
1 Baar Santa kO
Raste mE Patthar Mila
UspE Likha Tha
“Patthar kO Palat Lo Kch Ban Jaoge”
Jaise Hi Usne Palta
Dusri Taraf Likha Tha”Bewkuf Ban
Gya
‚‚ lat
Dil Mein Kitna Hai Dard Bta
Nhi Skte, Jakham Gehre Hain
Magar Dikha Nhi Skte, Hum
Kyu Kahe Unhe Bewafa,
Apni Kismat Me Zabrdsti To
Unhein Likha Nhi Skte. Sagarr Se7en575
Writing is eternal, For therein the dead heart liveth, the clay-cold tongue is eloquent, And the quick eye of the reader is cleared by the reed of the scribe. As a fossil in the rock, or a coin in the mortar of a ruin, So the symbolled thoughts tell of a departed soul: The plastic hand hath its witness in a statue, and exactitude of vision in a picture, And so, the mind, that was among us, in its writings is embalmed.
Bacha:" 1 Litre Aata De Do!
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Dukandar:" Beta Aata Kilo K Hisab Se Milta Hai..
Dobara Kaho!
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Bacha:" Bottle Mein 1 Kilo Aata De Do!
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Dukandar:" Beta Aata Bottle Mein Nahin Aata..
Tum Dukandar Bano! Main Batata Hun K aata Kaise Lete Hain..
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Dukandar:" ék Kilo Aata Dedo!
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Bacha:" Bottle Laye Ho...
Those persons are happiest in this restless and mutable world who are in love with change, who delight in what is new simply because it differs from what is old; who rejoice in every innovation, and find a strange alert pleasure in all that is, and that has never been before.
The primary paradox of Christianity is that the ordinary condition of man is not his sane or sensible condition; that the normal itself is an abnormality.
And indeed there will be time To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?" Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair.