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 still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun;
I will luve thee still my dear,
When the sands of life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.
-Robert Burns
A Time to Talk
When a friend calls to me from the roadAnd slows his horse to a meaning walk,I don’t stand still and look aroundOn all the hills I haven’t hoed,And shout from where I am, What is it?No, not as
JIWAN ME GURUR JARURI NAHI
पानी के बिना नदी बेकार है,
BIN MANGE MIL JAYEGA
प्रभु कहते हैं……..!!
KUB HOGA UJIYARA
जीना हो तो मरना सीखो गूँज उठे यह नारा -
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
A Thought True To You
Roses are red,
Navigation To Nowhere
TIMES OF GRIEF
A day it came, a day it went
Lonely Nights
Set forth towards the light
To Lose Thee
To lose thee, sweeter than to gainAll other hearts I knew.‘Tis true the drought is destituteBut, then, I had the dew! The Caspian has its realms of sand,Its other realm of sea.Without this sterile
