A hand holding the pen on the cheeks
And she in a fix
As for what to do in love,
First, first-time love
As for what to do
She thinking within
Sitting with a diary
Over the lap
She contemplatting and brooding
It over
As for what to do, what not,
Oh, the helplessness of hers!
Why does the heart understand it not?
N.B. (Ek romantic andaz, kitana sundar gaphics, kya surili awaz khojati huyi!
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