Buried in the chest is a fair of memories. For many centuries, the heart has gelled. The day passes as it is It seems that the evening is late Today again flood came in my eyes So there is a stream of tears on the cheeks. The shadow of pain is wrapped in such a way that Seeing it has spread to the soul inside I have always been unhappy. love guru pain is his disciple I am happy in my sorrow and in my sorrow. Khushiya is a little unhappy with me