Hum Ko Aata Hi Nahi Zakhmoon Ki Numaish
Hum Ko Aata Hi Nahi Zakhmoon Ki Numaish Karna,
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Khud Hi Rotay Hain, Taraptay Hain, Behaltay Hain Aur So Jatay Hain.
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Hum Ko Aata Hi Nahi Zakhmoon Ki Numaish Karna,
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.
.
Khud Hi Rotay Hain, Taraptay Hain, Behaltay Hain Aur So Jatay Hain.
KASH MAIN TERA DIL HOTA,
Teri Yaadon Teri Sochon Pe Mushtamil Hota,
Tere Sath Me Lamha Lamha Dhrakta Rehta,
Khud Se Mujh Ko Juda Na Tu Kar Pata,
Teri Zindagi Ka Daar-O-Madaar Main Hota,
Meray Baghair Tera Jeena Bohat Mushkil Hota,
Kash Main Tera Dil Hota,
Main Agar Khush Hota To Hansata Tujh Ko,
Jo Kabhi Rota To Sath Rolata Tujh Ko,
Tere Sang Jeeta Sang Hi Marta,
Teri Tamam Chahaton Ka Mehwar Hota,
Kash Aey Kash K Main Is Qabil Hota,
Kash Main Tera Dil Hota.
uncle fazlo
k
ghar
ki
teesri manzil
k
bedroom
k
sath attach
bathroom
me
lagi
tooti
k
nechy
rakhay
blue color
k
lotay
ki
shakal walay
kabhi to sms kar diya kar
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Shaam Soraj Ko Dhalna Sikha Deti Hai,
Shama Parwany Ko Jalna Sikha Deti Hai,
Girnay Waly Ko Takleef To Hoti Hai Magar,
Thokar Insan Ko Chalna Sikha Deti Hai,
Maana K Dosti Nibhani Mushkil Hai Lekin,
Dosti Insan Ko Jeena Sikha Deti Hai.