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)
मैं यादों का पिटारा खोलू तो, कुछ दोस्
संकट अपना बाल सखा है, इसको कठ लगाओ
I know so little about you,
But I'm falling in love with you.
I have been since t
Green is so important
Because we see it all around
It's up very high on the trees
Like sea waves, love always move toward great heights,
Foreseeable Truth
I live in most, if not all, children.
Many teenagers neglect me, and usually, all adults
Ro ro kar sunya tha jin ko apna Haal-e-Dil...
Hans hans kar meri wafa ki woh toheen kar g
Cammy my rabbit, feminine but buff
no really, this isn't a bluff!
A rex with her
जब कोई ख्याल दिल से टकराता है
kya hai zindgi
kabhi gam, to kabhi khushi hai zindi
kabhi dhup, to kabhi chhav hai zindgi
kudrat
