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)
You tell me you love me
but call her just as soon
I feel like in this game I can'
Your dove like eyes,
Has me hypnotized.
Your sweet smile,
Dubkiyan sindhu mein gota khor lagaata hai
ja ja kar khaali haath laut aata hai
M
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
उस एक दिन जब बातें शुरू हुई तुमसे लगा
Chand Ko Dekhkar Bhi Subha Nhi Hoti,
Dard Ka Pinjar Bna Hai, Mera Suna Janha,
Kit
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
You make me laugh and smile
when I need a cry, even if it's only for a little while.
It's getting late, I must go
I had a beer where did it go
I had to pee. I know it
Into a box of friendship
To insure that it is strong
First a layer of respect
On t
