Thou art we, oh Lord don’t know
Why you left us all alone?
We are just traversing the fields of human thoughts
And do nothing but moan.
Sitting ideal at the back benches
With the class going on
My mind is fixed on you
all passions and reasoning gone.
I can’t live alone any more
And bear the pain under my chest
My lord provide Thou laps
Where upon can I keep my head and rest
I know not how to how to feel
To be in final year.
The society is waiting as college comes to an end
Again the same story fills my eyes with tears.
22 gone in the search, 22 more, let say.
Before you open the gates of your Kingdom
Where can I run, fall, stand, jump and play.
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 ) ...