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)
Dard apne dil ka humne
Ek arse ke bad khola hai
Bas bat ye alag hai
Ke da
What if we were really true
And said everything we thought
Could we then stop fee
One night on the Net I was looking around
I found a chat room with people abound
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their sile
पानी के बिना नदी बेकार है,
अत
कुछ पल की बातें, कैसे दोस्ती में बदल ग
जितना भी अच्छा कर लो दोस्तो के लिए
You are the one I love with all my might..
You are the one I’m think
नन्ही सी आंखें और मुड़ी हुई उंगलियां
बच्चा-बच्चा बन जाए सैनिक, गर बुरी नजर
