Hindi version 2886
Punjabi version 2892
You find joy when you argue with me,
But fighting’s not where I wish to be.
I realized staying apart from you,
Isn’t as sweet as being with you.
There's no fun alone, I can't deny,
With everyone, laughter's soaring high.
No one here listens to what I say,
But when you do, I feel words convey.
Your words are flowers that gently fall,
To hear you speak is bliss, after all.
Whatever the path, I’d walk with you,
It's passing with you that thrills me through.
Your charm is wild, oh dearest, it’s true,
For “Geet,” it's bliss to die for you.
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