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)
What makes a nation's pillars high
And its foundations strong?
What makes it migh
The little town was the perfect little town,
Where never would you see even one little fr
You've been with me through rough and tough
Thick and thin, until the very end
&n
Tum Sada Muskurate Raho Yeh Tamanna Hai Humari,
First Love
I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet.
Her face it
De Salaami Iss Tirange Ko,
Jis Se Teri Shaan Hai,
Sar Hamesha Uncha Rakhna Iska,<
क्या बात करूँ मैं लोगो की
सब आप बता
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
देर सवेर फिर से भोर हो गई,
रातों की
Who learns and learns,
Nor acts on what he knows,
Is one who plows and plows,
