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)
ये कैसे अद्भूत मोती अल्फाजों के अ माल
If I were to write a poem,
It would be a fantastic piece of art,
Many people woul
Dubkiyan sindhu mein gota khor lagaata hai
ja ja kar khaali haath laut aat
My parents' bedroom is far from mine, so I have to wonder
What the noise is every night t
Friends come and go
and love grows, grows, and grows
True friends are trees with
ना मस्जिद खतरे में है, ना मंदिर खतरे म
My heart feels like it's torn in two,
Why can't I just be with you?
Every day ano
My pain and misery fall from the sky
So hard I try to ignore it, but it still gets by.
Walking in the shadow of fear,
drowning endlessly by a single tear,
running along
It's done and it's over
I'm through with misery
No more sadness
No more y
