Ye bharat ki bhasaye alok liye chalti h
Asoo unmad bhav bhoolok liye chalti h
Ullas umango ki dharaye bhti h prati kshan
Ye hi jnta ka sukh aur shok liye chalti have
Bhasaye krti h poshit sampoorn vishva bhar ko
Bhasaye mitati h vaimnasy ke akar ko
Bhasaye hi veero ki kayar ko dlti h
Bhasaye sharda ki vibhati liye firti h
Inse hi bd jati h unnati ki aSaye
Jb bhinn me abhinn btlati h bhasaye
Bhasaye hi jhooth aur Sach dharan krti h
Bhasaye gaurav garv abhiman liye firti h
Tears running down my checks,
The tears are pure pain themselves...
They feel like a million words lift unsaid.
I'm hurting....
I know what's causing the pain
Because words I have left unsaid ans unmad.
I don't know what to do anymore,
I try to kill the pain,
But...it never works...Never even had a chance.
My hole life is flashing in my head,
All I see is you...
All my screw up girl that deserve
to be one who no one wants me.....
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