mai raat ko uth uth roti hu
jab sara zamana sota hain
wo bhulne wala
wo bhulne wala kya jane
is dard me kya kya hota hain
wo bhulne wala
dil uska bhi hain mera bhi
dil uska bhi hain mera bhi
barbad hain ye aabad hain wo
ye kaisi do rangi dunia hain
ek hasta hain ek rota hain
wo bhulne wala
wo bhulne wala kya jane
is dard me kya kya hota hain
wo bhulne wala
dunia to mita dali meri
dunia to mita dali meri
ab kahti hain dil se yad teri
jo chiz thi jani wo to gayi
ab jan bhala kyu khota hain
wo bhulne wala
wo bhulne wala kya jane
is dard me kya kya
haye kya kya hota hain
wo bhulne wala
Like this phenomenon has all the orchestra in her throat. It is not fair. I
could not learn a single note and these people sing like nightingales. That
is why we were not created by God. We were put together by intelligent
beings who are still tinkering with us. If we were created by God then
there will be small variations in us, not so colossal that one is a dwarf
and the other a hunk. One can sing and the other braying. I am envious, but
I love Suriayya. She was/is my favorite.