raundtey hue pathharon ke phool khat- khat karte hue woh 'boot' nikal jaate hain kaun dekhta hai neeche zameen par log apne sarr ko utha kar hee chalte hain— % &
Chaand ki khoobsurati achhi hai magar mat samajhna mujhe chaand phool sundar hain aur titliyan bhi magar itni komalta mujhme kahan dharti si sehen shakti mujhme nahin Suraj hoon main chamakti hoon main khud ki marzi sey haan mood agar kharab ho jaye toh jhulsaa bhi deti hoon !
Sakha, There are flowers for every season And flowers for every reason But the flowers which you hold So gently in your fold Letting it bloom With dewdrops fresh Glistening Just like the love in your eyes