Puisi Cinta Tanah Air Novels & Stories

He said with anger Music 🎵🎵🎵🎵🎶🎶 Kahani Hamari Fasana Hamara, Gamon Ne Sunaya Dobara Dobara Meri Dastan Mein, Hai Bheege Se Mausam Huyi, Meri Palke Tabhi Phir Se Nam, Kahani Hamari Fasana Hamara, Gamon Ne Sunaya Dobara Dobara [Our love tale, our romance, The grieves have narrated them to me, over and over. There are some wet weathers in my tale; that is why thinking of it has made my eyes wet again

I ask the question to which I wanted to know the answer for these two months again in her ear. O karam khudaya hai tera pyar jo paaya hai tujhpe marke hi toh mujhe jeena aaya hai O tere sang yaara khushrang bahara tu raat deewani main zard sitaara O tere sang yaara khushrang bahara main behta musafir tu Thehra kinara (With you, O beloved, the spring is colorful, I am the flowing passenger, and you are a silent shore.)

Dekha tujhe, socha tujhe Chaha tujhe, Pooja tujhe Meri khata, meri wafa Teri khata Kutch bhi nahin Maanga khuda se raat din Tere siva Kutch bhi nahin. Ek shaam ki dahleez per Baithe rahe woh der tak Aankhon se ki batain bahut Moonh se kaha Kutch bhi nahin Maanga khuda se raat din Tere siva Kutch bhi nahin. Jis per hamari aankh ne Moti lutaye raat bhar Bheja wohi kagaz tujhe

Teri kaali ankhiyon se jind meri jaage Dhadkan se tej daudu, sapno se aagey Ab jaan lutt jaaye, ye jahaan chhut jaaye Sang pyaar rahe, main rahun na rahun Sajda tera sajda, Din reain karoon na hi chain karoon Sajda tera sajda Rak vaar karoon meri jaan lut doon

Love Comes Softly Plains, valleys, and mountains are my havens, They shape my thoughts afar for roses’ joys, I am traveling looking at faces, Smiles of big feet and hands bloom anew. I once was lost in their embrace long ago, But now the birds sing for mother hug though, Father, kins, make the world wonderful flow, Thanks to the mighty God, fatherland bow. Chorus: Love comes softly when I see my Dear land, ‘Fam, kin, and crushes of teen grow tall band,

Their hands and legs moved slowly in rhythm, a rhythm of slow love of getting closer. ‘‘Is dard - e - dil ki sifarish Ab kar de koi yahaan Ke mil jaaye ise woh baarish Jo bhiga de poori tarah...’’ (Now someone make a case for this pain of heart.. so that it gets that rain (of love) that drenches it completely…)