Hindi version 1716
Punjabi version 2430
When she shakes her long hair slowly,
Her curls fall on her shoulders softly.
When she puts kohl(Kazal) in her eyes nicely,
The dark line suits her face truly.
Her lips look red and bright sweetly,
Like a velvet evening coming slowly.
Her feet are tender like flowers,
Every step she walks quietly (gently).
When she comes to our gathering,
Then my speech stops suddenly.
When I sit before her silently,
Why her eyes wander restlessly?
When her eyes meet mine,
All my wishes rise quickly.
Come now into my arms,
This distance hurts my heart deeply.
6.27pm 15 March 2026
1 comment:
👏👏
Post a Comment