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Hum Nay Jo Wada Kya Tha Wo Nibahaee Jaaa Rahay Hain
Hum Apna Raza Ishq-E-Mohabbat Chupaae Ja Rahay Hain
Hum To Oon Kay Her Zulmooo Sitaam Bardasht Kr Gaee
Pir Bi Woo Dard-e-Dil Diya Ja Rahay Hain…
Sindhi Ke Bete Ka Accident Ho Gaya,
Doctor:- Aapke Bete Ke Dono Leg
Katni Padegi,
Sindhi Apna Sir Pakad Liya,
Doctor:- Kya Hua,
Sindhi:- Kal Hi Nalayk Ko Nayi
Chappal Dilayi Thi.
Mujh ko rula kar dil unka bhi roya hoga,
Chehra aasuon se usne bhi bhigoya hoga,
Kya hasil kiya humne pyar mai,
Magar kuch to zarur usne bhi khoya hoga...
scarcely a human being in the course of history has fallen to a woman's rifle; the vast majority of birds and beasts have been killed by you, not by us. Obviously there is for you some glory, some necessity, some satisfaction in fighting which we have never felt or enjoyed.
Y0 yo honey singh
Main ek ladki se pyar krta hu
Vaise toh hu brave par thoda darta hu
Yeh baat usko koi toh bta 2
Plz yaar ek baari us se milva 2
Woh meri sizuka
Main uska nobita
Mujhe us se milna h mere ko ni pata
Main us pe zind waar dunga!
जीना चाहता हूँ मगर जिनदगी राज़ नहीं आती ,
मरना चाहता हूँ मगर मौत पास नहीं आती ,
उदास हूँ इस जिनदगी से ,
क्युकी उसकी यादे भी तो तरपाने से बाज नहीं आती .
Progress is Providence without God. That is, it is a theory that everything has always perpetually gone right by accident. It is a sort of atheistic optimism, based on an everlasting coincidence far more miraculous than a miracle.
ग्राहक - भाई चूहे मारने की दवाई देना :unamused: :unamused: . दुकानदार - घर ले जाना है ? :blush: :blush: . ग्राहक - नही चूहा साथ लेकर आया हूँ ,इधर ही खिला दूँगा :mask: :mask: :joy: :joy: :joy: :joy: