Remember the day when I broke my arm and you tried to shave my beard for the first time. Remember how you accidentally made a small cut on my right cheek. Remember how I laughed as I didn't feel any pain because you were infront of me.
Today I don't have you. Today I have that cut which has turned into a scar now. Today I look in the mirror and all I feel is pain right in the core of my heart.
क्यों उग आती है हर रोज चेहरे पर ये दाढ़ी बड़ी जिद्दी होती है जैसे हो जंगली झाड़ी नवम्बर में हुआ था मंदा हज्जामों का धंधा इस दाढ़ी से चलती है उनके जीवन की गाड़ी