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)
कुछ पल की बातें, कैसे दोस्ती में बदल ग
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
Teri Palko Ki Chaow Me Hi Guzre Meri Raate...
Tujhse Hi Shuru Ho Tujh Pe Hi Khtam Ho Meri
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
Dosti Dard Nahi Khushiyon Ki Saugat Hai,
Kisi Apne Ka Zindgi Bhar Ka Saath Hai,
Y
Green is so important
Because we see it all around
It's up very high on the trees
I'm no longer whole
And sadly neither is he
We've been locked out by pain
Chand Ko Dekhkar Bhi Subha Nhi Hoti,
Dard Ka Pinjar Bna Hai, Mera Suna Janha,
Kit
Tum jo kahte hume
Hum jaan laga dete
Aangan aapka sajane
Hum sara aasman
दोस्ती दर्द नहीं खुशियों की सौगात है,
