All love is sweet. Given or returned. Common as light is love, and its familiar voice wearies not ever....they who inspire it are most fortunate, as I am now, but those who feel it most are happier still.
Dard kya hota hai batayenge kisi roz, ek achchhi si gazal sunayenge kisi roz, udne do parindon ko aazad fizaaon me, agar apne hue tau laut aayenge kisi roz..
