Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree—
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?
The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?
Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That, when December blights thy brow,
He may still leave thy garland green.
-Emily Brontë
desh bhakti
देश लूटने की खातिर पग-पग पर दुश्मन बैठे हैं,न जाने कहाँ-कहाँ से पैसे इन लोगों
Bhartiye Tiranga
हरी भरी धरती हो
SACH HO YA NA HO
साथ हमारा हो ना हो,लेकिन मिलना तो बस मुक़द्द्र में है
WO HUM SE RUTH GAY
Mere sapne kyon tut gaye,
Our Love Is So Amazing
My love for you is like the raging sea,
Green Colour
Green is so important
Naam likha haye mera desh
Pyara pyara mera desh,
Dil ki diwar
Dil ki es diwar par tera naam likhta hoon
zindagi koi ghulam nahi
जिंदगी गुलामी में नहीं, आजादी से जियो, लिमिट में नहीं अनलिमिटेड जिओ,
Mask
I was once sad and lonely,Having nobody to comfort me,So I wore a mask that always smiled;To hide my feelings behind a lie.Before long, I had many friends;With my mask, I was one of them.But deep
