suno suno meri ye kahani suno
fans gayi meri ye jawani suno
ek ladka phone karta tha
kehta hai mujh par wo marta hai
suno suno
suno suno meri ye kahani suno
fans gayi meri ye jawani suno

bas stop pe kal mil gaya
ek hi nazar mein dil gaya
jaise dil ke gulshan mein
phul hi phul khil gaya
baaho mein jab wo bharta hai
mitha dard ubharta hai
suno suno
suno suno meri ye kahani suno
fans gayi meri ye jawani suno

ghar par aaya kal raat mammi se huyi mulakat
lekin haye main karu kya jam na paye koi baat
papa se milne ko darta hai dur se aahe bharta hai
suno suno
suno suno meri ye kahani suno
fans gayi meri ye jawani suno

kahne ko pahchan gaye pyar hai sachcha jaan gaye
na na karte huye bhi ghar wale sab maan gaye
din din pyar nikharta hai waqt khushi se gujarta hai
suno suno
suno suno meri ye kahani suno
fans gayi meri ye jawani suno
ek ladka phone karta tha
kehta hai mujh par wo marta hai
suno suno
suno suno meri ye kahani suno
fans gayi meri ye jawani suno

Listen close, my tale unfolds in time,
My youth, a captive, in its prime.
A boy, his phone, a whispered plea,
Claims his heart's chained to loving me.
Listen close.

Listen close, my tale unfolds in time,
My youth, a captive, in its prime.

At the bus stop, fate's decree,
One glance, and stole my heart, you see.
As a garden bloomed within,
Where blossoms of desire begin.
In his embrace, a sweet ache starts,
A tender pain that tears apart.
Listen close.

Listen close, my tale unfolds in time,
My youth, a captive, in its prime.

Last night, he came, a fateful call,
Met my mother, standing tall.
But alas, the words would not align,
No conversation did entwine.
Fears the father, hides from view,
Sighs from afar, his love anew.
Listen close.

Listen close, my tale unfolds in time,
My youth, a captive, in its prime.

Though slow to know, love's true face,
Each realized his loving grace.
Reluctant, they, yet did agree,
My family now accepts he.
Day by day, our love takes flight,
Time with joy, in pure delight.
Listen close.

Listen close, my tale unfolds in time,
My youth, a captive, in its prime.
A boy, his phone, a whispered plea,
Claims his heart's chained to loving me.
Listen close.

Listen close, my tale unfolds in time,
My youth, a captive, in its prime.