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)
To laugh often and much;
To win the respect of intelligent people
and the affecti
Enough Hurting Those Who Love You
Wondering why you have so much hate
Before you see it will be too late
Trying to
Teri hasrat mere dil mai yun bs gai...
Teri hasrat mere dil me yun bass gai he,
Jaisey ek Andhey ko hasrat aankhon Ki...
Wo bachapan achha tha
Ye jawaani haar gai School k din ache the
Ye college ki eng
हे तीन रंग का तेरा परिधान हम हैं तेरे
नव-जीवन का वैभव जाग्रत हो जनगण में,
Love. Is that what I crave?
If it is, then why can't I find it?
Hate. Does that m
बस हमने तुम्हरा ही गाना गुनगुनाया है<
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
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If I'd never met you,
I wouldn't feel the pain
Of losing your swee
