20-07-2022, 03:24 PM
Mother was the first to invite me in.
The antique bed, I remember, held
the warmth of her perfumed body.
And jasmine sat on the window sill.
The antique bed, I remember, held
the warmth of her perfumed body.
And jasmine sat on the window sill.
जिंदगी की राहों में रंजो गम के मेले हैं.
भीड़ है क़यामत की फिर भी हम अकेले हैं.