To Harriet
Whose is the love that, gleaming through the world,
Wards off the poisonous arrow of its scorn?
परिवर्तन नियम है जीवन का,
I Couldn't Pretend
Friends indeed,
Together we will succeed.
Our dreams will come true,
Fore
कोई दीवाना कहता है, कोई पागल समझता है !
The people upstairs all practice ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Thei
न मैं गिराऔर न मेरी उम्मीदों के मीनार
Under the Harvest Moon
Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over garden nights,
Death,
A friend is like a star that twinkles and glows
Or maybe like the ocean that gently flows
मेरी तस्वीर अपने साथ लेना
अभी हाल