Mere dil ki dunia me aakar to dekho,
tumhe naaz husn-o-ada par bahut hai,
humain naaz apni wafa par bahut hai,
Milenge hazaro zamane me tumko na ye chahto ki inayat milengi,
Tere Laut Aane Ka Intezar Karte Hain
Dekho Hum Tumse Kitna Pyar Karte Hain
Hum Banate Hain Kagaz Per Tasveer Teri
Fir Us Se Baatein Hum Hazaar Karte Hain…
But that is how men are! Ungrateful and never satisfied. When you don't have them they hate you because you won't; and when you do have them they hate you again, for some other reason. Or for no reason at all, except that they are discontented children, and can't be satisfied whatever they get, let a woman do what she may.
AalaHazrat Ka
Ye Faizan Nazar Aata Hai,
Aaj Jo Sunni Musalman Nazar Aata Hai
,
Aankho Me Surma Bareilly Ka Lagakar Dekhlo,
Har Wahabi Hame Shaitan Nazar Aata Hai,?
Men who would face torture without a word become blasphemous at the short fourteenth. It is clear that the game of golf may well be included in that category of intolerable provocations which may legally excuse or mitigate behaviour not otherwise excusable.
What I say today everybody will say tomorrow, though they will not remember who put it into their heads. Indeed they will be right for I never remember who puts things into my head : it is the Zeitgeist.
The gentle reader will never, never know what a consummate ass he can become until he goes abroad. I speak now, of course, in the supposition that the gentle reader has not been abroad, and therefore is not already a consummate ass. If the case be otherwise, I beg his pardon and extend to him the cordial hand of fellowship and call him brother.