Ah Dearest, canst thou tell me why
The Rose should be so pale?
And why the azure Violet
Should wither in the vale?
And why the Lark should, in the cloud,
So sorrowfully sing?
And why from loveliest balsam-buds
A scent of death should spring?
And why the Sun upon the mead
So chillingly should frown?
And why the Earth should, like a grave,
Be mouldering and brown?
And why is it that I, myself,
So languishing should be?
And why is it, my Heart-of-Hearts,
That thou forsakest me?
-Heinrich Heine
Why Mother is so special?
When I came home in the rain,
Care And Happiness
You came as a ray of light,
Be Proud Of Who You Are
I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows.
A Red, Red Rose
O my Luve's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June: O my Luve's like the melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune! As fair thou art, my bonnie lass, So deep in love am I: And I will love thee
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
BAS EK BAAT MAAN LO
Iss khoobsurat jindagi ki talash,
SO JAUN ME FIR SE SAPNO ME
देर सवेर फिर से भोर हो गई,
CHEHRE PE KITABO SE JYADA LIKHA HAI
GIRNA BHI ACHHA HAI
Silent Noon
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,--...The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:...Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass.
"Enchanted"
Crawling on the snake like curvy roads, relishing every inch ofgreens all around, feasting on the fragranceof the - dissipated wild flowers, captivated by the coolclouds touching the skin, letting my
