Make for me a place within your heart
On which I can depend. For only you
Touch the ancient wellsprings of my tears,
Home through all the wanderings of my years,
Eden that no other can renew,
Root I cannot rend through rage or art.
Aik park mein Mian Biwi lar rahe theyQareeb hi bench par kuch aawara larke bethe theyMian ne ghusse mein kaha "Dil karta hai tumhein kutton k agey dal doon"Larkon ki taraf se aawaz aai "Bhow. . Bhow Bhow. . ."
