I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
My Dream
MY dream, a vagabond,
Hovering in endless woe;
Wings tattered like a cloth,
Searching for t
Life is a series of written pages,
Climaxes and minimum wages.
The words so caref
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
कब सपनों के लिए,
सपनों का घर छोड़ द
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
The past is the past for a reason.
That is where it is supposed to stay,
But some
हम बच्चे हँसते गाते हैं।
हम आगे बढ
Three baby frogs grandma said not to bother