saawan ke kuchh bheege bheege din rakhe hain
aaur mere yek khat mein lipatee raat padee hain
wo raat buzaa do, meraa wo saamaan lautaa do
mood: tired/sleep deprived!
music: mera kuch saman
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THE CLOUD-MESSENGER
Swerve from thy northern path; for westward rise
The palace balconies thou mayst not slight
In fair Ujjain; and if bewitching eyes
That flutter at thy gleams, should not delight
Thine amorous bosom, useless were thy gift of sight.
Swerve from thy northern path; for westward rise
The palace balconies thou mayst not slight
In fair Ujjain; and if bewitching eyes
That flutter at thy gleams, should not delight
Thine amorous bosom, useless were thy gift of sight.
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