Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north - wind's breath, And stars to set; but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!
This is the only way to reach the goal, to tell ourselves, and to tell everybody else, that we are divine. And as we go on repeating this, strength comes. He who falters at first will get stronger and stronger, and the voice will increase in volume until the truth takes possession of our hearts, and courses through our veins, and permeates our bodies.
Dil se tera Khayal na jaaye to main kya karoon??
Tu hi bata tu yaad bahot aaye to main kya karoo?
Hasrat ye hain ke ek nazar dekhloon tuzhko.
Magar Qismat wo lamha na laaye to main Kya
karoo???..ii