Isn't it maybe in my luck,
We don't get agreement There is so much discomfort in this love.
All my makeup is faded,
Till you see me for the rest of your life, Let there be no news of his broken heart,
Then what happened after me?
What kind of wall has been built?
Who does not let us meet you,
Where we have spent a year,
Still waiting for him.
I adorn every day with his name,
And we smile at their ASEAN,
We don't care about ourselves,
we care about them,
We are his Sehwag in Ishq-e-Khumar.
My tiredness has come now,
And the heart is in the madness,
If my existence is complete,
May there be support in their life.
You do this work of mine with your courage,
The smell goes away thinking of me, Just like Gulshan is mehka in the spring.
His heart wants to say something too, But can't say anything Maybe their wish is not good,
I don't know what happened.
By- Rinku Virat
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