Main fiza hoon kaheen bhee thahartee naheenRuk bhee jaaoon kaheen par to rahtee naheen
Maine tinke uthaaye huen hain paron par
Aashiyaanaa naheen hain meraa...
- Gulzar
Everyone keeps windows open to let the wind come in- but no one gives her a home.
Labels: Dream, Poetry, Wait
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