May the road rise up to meet you,
may the wind be ever at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face
and the rain fall softly on your fields.
And until we meet again, May God hold
you in the hollow of his hand.
There is no color in the rain
It’s only water, wet and plain.
It makes damp spots upon my book
And splashes on my new dress, look!
But puddles, in the rainy weather,
Glisten like a peacock’s feather.
Aaj to bohot khush hoongay aap?
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Kiyon k, barish jo ho rahi hai
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aur barish main to
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sab hi maindak khush hotay hain
Ek aadmi apni biwi ka antim sanskar kar ke Ghar ja raha tha
ke achanak bijli Chamki, Badal garje, Zor se barish(rain) shuru hoi,
Aadmi bola lagta hai pahunch gai.
Barish Ka Ye Mousam Koch Yaad Dilata Hai.
Kisi Kay Saath Honay Ka Ehsaas Dilata Hai.
Fiza Bhi Sard Hai Yaadain Bhi Taaza Hai.
Ye Mousam Kisi Ka Pyaar Dil May Jagata Hai.