Hindi version 0370
Punjabi version 3268
You never understood my pain, my friend,
But I do feel your cruel trend.
By choosing a different way to roam,
You filled my path with grief at home.
Understand the time, O heart so grim,
Your pride will break with the passing whim.
I’ll gather my tears and hide my flame,
But how will you calm the burning shame?
When evening comes, you’ll think of me,
Old wounds will open painfully.
You loved, then left me , such bitter art,
May someone leave you the same, breaking your heart.
3.00pm 19 Oct 2025
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