It's all dust now, the past.
It's a ripe fruit ,the present.
It's a rolling dice, the future.
Jo dhul ki taraf Hai Gaya vah Mera atit tha Jo ek fal ki tarah Pak raha hai vah Mera vartman hai aur Pasa fenkna Mera bhavishya hai..
It's all dust now, the past.
It's a ripe fruit ,the present.
It's a rolling dice, the future.
Jo dhul ki taraf Hai Gaya vah Mera atit tha Jo ek fal ki tarah Pak raha hai vah Mera vartman hai aur Pasa fenkna Mera bhavishya hai..