Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley — but
Her long black hair blowing in the wind
I slowly kiss her soft black skin
The way
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
I'm no longer whole
And sadly neither is he
We've been locked out by pain
नन्ही सी आंखें और मुड़ी हुई उंगलियां
Batter My Heart
Batter my heart, three person'd God; for, you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
Woke up today
with your name on my lips
went about my way
you were in all my steps
Laid my head upon your chest
Your arms encircled me,
It was, My Love, as if we we
We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
