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)
Overwhelming and revealing
this amazing feeling,
this ache I crave, this desire,<
Like a daisy in the sun,
she's my friend, she's no.1,
she is as sweet as a chocol
I've fallen in love
with the man of my dreams.
He left all his clues
and
आज रात मेरी यह ख़ामोशी उन्हें सुना देन
वह जीवन भी क्या जीवन है,
As Is Life
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
Watan Ke Liye Apni Parwah Mat Kar
Hawaaon Se Lehrna Hai Toh
Faisle Ka Intzaar Mat Kar
Watan Ki Aabro
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
आज तिरंगा फहराता है अपनी
Where did you get such a dirty face,
My darling dirty-faced child?
I got it from
