[It is a Rain-drop that cultures pearl in Shell, not thunder. Thunder cannot grow flowers, but rain. When Sky weeps, it converts deserts into gardens and when my eyes weep, tears clean my inner mirror and I am able to see your reflection alongwith your beauty, vision & wisdom. Sky and me both, make history and create history ]
گجگوڙ منجھان گل نہ ڦٽن، پر بارش بوند مان بڻجن موتي،
دل ۽ ڌرتي جا لڙڪن ڌوتي، ات ساوڪ سونھن پیار سندي.
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