I am sure it is a great mistake always to
know enough to go in when it rains. One
may keep snug and dry by such knowledge,
but one misses a world of loveliness.
Aaj subah bhagwan ne
‘Dabang’ dekhi aur mood me aa ke kaha
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Aaj aisa Mousam Banayenge ki confuse ho jaoge ki sweater pehne ya raincoat…!!
Hud hud dabang dabang dabang..
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.
How can U tell the rain not 2 fall
when clouds exist?
How can U tell the leaves not 2 fall
when wind exist?
How can U tell me not 2 fall in friendship
when U exist.
Heard the rhythm of the raindrops
Dripping to the ground.
Heard the rhythm of the raindrops
Dropping all around.
Heard the rhythm of the raindrops
Drumming on the rafter.
Heard the rhythm of the raindrops
Drowning out our laughter.
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.
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