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.
Baap:baita, paper kaisa huwa?
Baita:bus pehla sawal choot gia!
Baap:acha! aur baqi?
Baita:teesra mujhe aata nhe tha!chotha mai karna bhool gia!paanchwa mujhe nazar nhe aya!chatta paper ki pichle taraf tha,mai ne dekha he nhe
Baap ghusy mai bola:aur dosra?
Baita:bs srf wohe galat huwa hai ;->
Kabhi yaad aye to fone ker lena,
Paisy kam hon to SMS ker lena,
Agar Yah bi na ker saky to mobile dahi main daal ker
VIBRATION on kerna,
or lassi bana ke pi lena
