Aapka ghar kahan hai,
Aap kahan rahatin hai,
Aapka naam kya hai,
Aapka kya parichay hai,
Mai nahi jaanta hun.
Magar job hi ho
Aap dekhanei mei to bahut hi khubshurat!
On Seeing A Girl
Who are you,
Where is your home,
Where do you live at,
What is your name,
What is your identity,
I know them not.
Whatever else be that
You are very beautiful to look at!
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