Manjoor ya na manjoor sirf do shabad hai
Gar ek bhi keh diya to marjaungaЁЯНБ
рдордВреЫреВрд░ рдпрд╛ рди рдордВреЫреВрд░ рд╕рд┐рд░реНрдл рджреЛ рд╢рдмреНрдж рд╣реИрдВ
рдЕрдЧрд░ рдПрдХ рднреА рдХрд╣ рджрд┐рдпрд╛ рддреЛ рдорд░ рдЬрд╛рдКрдВрдЧрд╛ЁЯНБ
Manjoor ya na manjoor sirf do shabad hai
Gar ek bhi keh diya to marjaungaЁЯНБ
рдордВреЫреВрд░ рдпрд╛ рди рдордВреЫреВрд░ рд╕рд┐рд░реНрдл рджреЛ рд╢рдмреНрдж рд╣реИрдВ
рдЕрдЧрд░ рдПрдХ рднреА рдХрд╣ рджрд┐рдпрд╛ рддреЛ рдорд░ рдЬрд╛рдКрдВрдЧрд╛ЁЯНБ
It’s hard when you can’t talk to the person with whom you used to talk daily.
you can’t see them anymore, you’ve lost all the rights, you’ve lost your precious love.
It’s hard when you want to see them for once but you’re helpless. The world become the hardest place and your heart become the most sensitive organ at that moment and then you want to survive through music.
It’s hard when you can’t talk to the person with whom you used to talk daily, you can’t see them anymore, you’ve lost all the rights, you’ve lost your precious love.
It’s hard when you want to see them for once but you’re helpless. The world become the hardest place and your heart become the most sensitive organ at that moment and then you just have to survive through music only.
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, IтАЩll rise.
#maya angelou