कसम खुदा की अगर सलीके से तोड़ते हमे मेरे अपने तो हमारे टुकड़े भी उनके कम आते कम्बख्तों ने तोड़ा भी तब जब हमारे पहिले से ही टुकड़े हो रखें थे, ranjeet kaur srihind ©ranjeet hans

ranjeet hans

White Just stay by my side, Until I got too wide, Just like the sea, that never made a loud noise like a bee. Just stay by my side, Until the rain comes and its level rise, Just like the snow, I want to be too cold. ©Bhagyashree Jena

Bhagyashree Jena

कसम खुदा की अगर सलीके से तोड़ते हमे मेरे अपने तो हमारे टुकड़े भी उनके कम आते कम्बख्तों ने तोड़ा भी तब जब हमारे पहिले से ही टुकड़े हो रखें थे, ranjeet kaur srihind ©ranjeet hans

ranjeet hans

White Just stay by my side, Until I got too wide, Just like the sea, that never made a loud noise like a bee. Just stay by my side, Until the rain comes and its level rise, Just like the snow, I want to be too cold. ©Bhagyashree Jena

Bhagyashree Jena