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)
Kya Karu Ke Meri Khwahishon Ka Daayra Bahut Chota Hai,
Tumhi Se Shuru Hota Hai, Tum Par
Zindagi ko jina sikh lo,
Zindagi se ladna sikh lo,
Hausla rakho sabse uper,
To hold you close to having you near
To have my breath against your ear
Whisperin
When I am looking into your eyes,
I see all the love you have for me.
I see in yo
Meri pyar mein kami kuch bhi na thi,
na jaane kyun tu begaana ho gaya.
tujhe lagt
I wish not to love you much,
Only to love you well.
Much is but a quantity,
दिल को किसी की आस नहीं है,
आंखों मेà¤
To me, you're like an angel, sent by God above,
To cleanse my soul of sadness and fill it
I often wish I were a King,
And then I could do anything.
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If only
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Life is curved
in the shape of a flower,
a curved trajectory
