Ek din meri ye saanse band ho jayengi tab ye na sochna ki mera prem kam ho jayega
Aai usne mujhe " I hate you" bola
Shabdo me bayan nahi ho sakti ye bhavna, sagar se gahari, akash se unchi
Maratha hote hai bagh ki tarah , apne mathe me maharashtra ki dharati ka tilak karte hai
Pahale ladkiya apne Maa ke jaisa khana banati thi aj kal apne Baap ke jaisi daru aur cigarette piti hai
