Stood there, all alone and I was happy
I was exactly what I wanted to be
Someone whispers from behind my shoulders
and asks me to move and lift those heavy boulders
They say that I have got "That" in me
something which great and only they can see
They push me in the battle field
with a sword and a heavy shield
Now I am a warrior and they are happy
but I am not what I wanted to be.....
I am not what I wanted to be....
I was free, with not a single desire
They were the one, who lit the fire
I had to jump in the web of pain
The fire is gone in a single rain
Now I am troubled and am wondering were to go?
There's no one to tell and I don't know
surrounded by these ugly creatures
these haveing deadly features
I'll be stabbed, once I show my back
I am afraid and I am tired
don't know when I'll be fired
give me a hand and pull me out
I need nothing, o' i am sure
my heart was, and is still very pure
Thank you , O' dear CREATOR for your precious gift(life)
but it's now too heavy, and I am unable to lift..
Allow me in, I'm at your door
I would keep my head in your laps...
and finally therein ...I'll collapse
तू किसी शोख़ का सिंगार कर रख भी दे ये ख़ामोशी उतार कर तीरगी ये पल में टूट जायेगी चल दोबारा ज़िन्दगी से प्यार कर एक ही नहीं कई शिकायतें ...
(Note: Though I am not good at Urdu, its not my mother tounge, but I have made an attempt to translate it. I hope this will convey the gist...
When the excavators found the figurine of a bearded man from Harappa they started to make guesses about who that person might have been...
Sone kee kathputali( puppet ) hai- chaande kee dor( strings ) Na jaane kisske hanth mein hain doroon ke chor( ends ) ...