‘Tis true, my form is something odd
but blaming me, is blaming God,
Could I create myself anew
I would not fail in pleasing you.
If I could reach from pole to pole
or grasp the ocean with a span,
I would be measured by the soul
The mind’s the standard of the Man
Last edited by Unsaid words; 19-12-2012 at 11:35 PM.
I would be mea+sured by the soul
The mind’s the stan+dard of the Man
Rehney Dey Is Dard Mein Zindaa
Main Tanhaa Hee Sahee . . .