To disbelieve in marriage is easy: to love a married woman is easy; but to betray a comrade, to be disloyal to a host, to break the covenant of bread and salt, is impossible.
It's difficult for me to feel that a solid page without the breakups of paragraphs can be interesting. I break mine up perhaps sooner than I should in terms of the usage of the English language.
I believe that just as everyone inherits a particular form so does he inherit the particular characteristics and qualities of his progenitors, and to make this admission is to conserve one's energy.
Meri Deewangi Ko Galat Na
Samajhna, Maine Chaha Hai
Tumhe Hadd Se Badhkar, Meri
Zindagi Se Kabhi Door Na
Jaana, Maine Paaya Hai Tumhe
Kismat Ki Lakeeron Se Ladkar.
Kitna Dur Nikal Gye Riste Nibhate Nibate,
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Khud Ko Kho Diya Humne Apno Ko Pate Pate,
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Log Kahte Hai Dard Hai Mere Dil Me,
.Aur Hum Thak Gye Muskurate Muskurate.