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Suddenly my red dupatta flew away. By the naughtiness of cool breeze Suddenly my red dupatta flew away. By the naughtiness of cool breeze

My Mother is the reason of my joy, My mother is my Joie De Vivre, My Mother is the reason of my joy, My mother is my Joie De Vivre,

Snapshots of sultry days Snapshots of sultry days

I will be born again to serve my motherland! I will be born again to serve my motherland!

Spring can be beckoned and sown always, but autumn is your robe, The garb that your soul yearns for... Spring can be beckoned and sown always, but autumn is your robe, The garb that ...