Prem ek aisa shabad hai ,jo har kisi ke zindagi main hai kabhi ek ladka ek ladki se milta hai yahi samjhte hai humlog ,par kisi se bhi poochiye maa baap se Jayda pyaar karne wala is duniya koi nahi ,bhai bahan ka pyaar bhi adhbhut hota, dosto ke saath bhi ek alag Prem hota hai ,biwi ke pyaar ke baare main bhi kya kahenge, kabhi kabhi to Kai aise log mil jate hai jiska Prem ke baare main kya kahenge wo ek din aap se milenge jaise wo aapko saari duniya ki khushi aapko de di,jaise aap koi kaam se prem karange na wo kaam aapko katin hi nahi lagega ,jaise maa bacche ka prem ke samne to bhagwan bhi shish jhuka deta hai , agar aapko biwi acchi mil gayi to uske prem ke samne uska pati natmastk ho jata hai, pitha ke daat main bhi pyaar chupa rahta hai ,bhai ke jhagde main bhi pyaar chupa rahta hai ,dosto ke saath ghumane phirne main pyaar chupa rahta hai ,dafter ke logo ke saath chay peene ka anand hi kuch aur hota hai ,jab prkrite ka maza lete hai usmain bhi bhagwan ka pyaar chupa rahta hai , pyaar har jagah hai fark itna hi jab hum foji ka desh prem dikhate hai apna prem chota lagta hai
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