dreams...

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thodi si bhi jameenin na mili
aasamn to apana hain 
jeb apani fati hain to kya 
aankhon main apane sapana hain 

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दिल की कलम से said…
Wah -Wah.... vry nice soon ur dreams wll b true :)
August 4, 2011 at 8:13 AM
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