Apne Hathon (Studio Radio session)

Make a part of the lines of late written in your hands

I know that I belong to you so make me part of your destiny

Denying my love, at the same time swearing on that love

How can you call that a promise?

Even though you have forgotten me, just try and remember me

And you will fool

If I am a thorn, don't come near me because I'll hurt you

But if only I was a flower then I would decorate your hair