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)
KYA DOGE TUM IJAZAT HME APNE PASS
AANE KI..... KYA MILEGI MOHLAT
WAQT
अलबेलों की इस धरती के त्योहार भी हैं
यही है ज़िन्दगी कुछ ख़्वाब चन्द उम्म
Hope is in the springtime,
When the first bird of the year chirps.
When the first
When I am looking into your eyes,
I see all the love you have for me.
I see in yo
Walk with me along the path,
And reach up toward the sky.
I'll be right beside yo
You sing,
I smile,
"I get a kick out of you,"
You sing still,
And
I once knew a man who lived in a jar.
For a stranger sight, you'd have to go far.
Have you ever held in pain to the point where it seemed like you didn't care?
You could'v
कैसी उठी है दिल में, शरारत नई-नई…२
