I am like an Open Book Except for the few pages of my past, My life is an empty book. It takes the shape of a mystery, To me it does at least. For I cannot tell what happens next, Too many cliffhangers and too much suspense. But its clues all lead eventually to the same place, Unfortunately it does not say where. It only says get the next book, For in this one you’ ve ran out of room.
bhule bichre ko woh rah kaha milti hai,
bichar jane wale ko panha kaha milti hai,
taj mahal banane ki himmat ham bhi rakhte hai,
magar hame vaisi mumtaz kaha milti hai.