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)
Just for today,
Can we forget about race,
Colour, religion
She has a special way
Of turning around my terrible day.
She makes all the bad th
I love you so much.
Please never doubt this is true.
But I'm having such
दोस्ती में हमने दोस्तो को नजराना पेश
Aawaaz Lagaa Kar Dekhnaa Hum Tere Liye Thahar Jaayenge....
Hum Tere Aks Hain, Tere Hi Jis
Best Friends Are Angels, That God Sent Along
If someone asked what's a best friend?
I'd have to say someone who's there 'til the bitte
मोम की मानिंद, कैसे पिघल-पिघल जाते है
Let me sing you a love song
About what I feel in my heart;
Butterflies can't find
Aakhir tum kyu itne dil k paas ho,
Koi to vajah jarur hai, jo tum itne khas ho.
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