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)
आज तिरंगा फहराता है अपनी
मैं जिसमें चुन -चुन कर कदम रखती हूँ,
<If my world were made of chocolate,
I know what I would do.
I'd make a chocolate
Jinki yaad mein hum dewane ho gaye,
Wo hum hi se begaane ho gaye.
Shayad unhe tal
May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
The Whole World Adopt Indian Culture
Have ever you thought.
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The Whole World Adopt
Your dove like eyes,
Has me hypnotized.
Your sweet smile,
Sometimes I get lonely
Instagram, Twitter, Facebook
Always connecting but not con
I knew the day we met
That we were meant to be.
I knew our fate was set,
