Naraz hone se pehle khata bata dena aansu nikalne se pehle hansna sikha dena agar zindagi me mujhse dur jana hai to pehle bina sans liye jina sikha dena
While you gave her flowers, you gave me thorns. While all she did was smile, all I did is mourn. While she was so happy, I felt so blue. Because while you loved her, I was loving you.
Sometimes the world gives me so many reasons to hate it but whenever it happens I just stop & think of u n say: How can I hate this world when u r a part of it
