There is a majestic quality
In everyone for all to see.
Some keep it hidden, some never realize
The magnificence they hold in others' eyes.
Ah, yes, life itself is the gift.
Though the memory, itself, Time doth sift.
And some might think the reverence gone
As those we love one by one pass on.
But the intricacies Fate doth weave
In commemoration for all who grieve.
Are the blessings given to rebirth
From souls no-longer of this earth.
At first notice I came undone,
My father staring at me through my son.
But, now, in joy I ascertain
Through him, my father lives again.
I look to heavens' resounding grace
Renewed appreciation of life and my place.
Knowing as each newborn child opens their eyes
The miracle continues, no one really dies.
(Michael Anderson)
I'm so sorry I missed your birthday.
A special day, I know it's true.
But birthda
क्या यह जरूरी है कि मेरे हाथों में
पानी के बिना नदी बेकार है,
अत
khub behti he ,
aman ki ganga behne do...
mat felao desh me danga rehne do....
If I were to write a poem,
It would be a fantastic piece of art,
Many people woul
A friend is a person
who has always has your back,
a person
who has faith
On New Year's Day, my cat ran away
For Valentine's Day, no girls mold be mine
On
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
Give me your loving,
give me your heart,
give me everything we won't be apart.
najaane kaha se aya hai,
na jaane kaha jayga..
i min.. are age padhne se pehle ru
