At times one loses everything, it only means that things shall recommence shortly with more life, more love, more devotion, more intensity, with more hope . . .
Hope of a new tomorrow to fill the pits created by yesterday.
In The Shadow Of Night,
There Is A Mighty Rise,
Everybody Calls It The Day Of Sunrise.
God Took Birth,
On This Earth,
From That Day The Sun Shone Bright,
That’s Why We Call It The Time Of Sunrise.
HAR SAGAR KE DO KINARE HOTE HAIN,
KUCH LOG JAAN SE BHI PYARE HOTE HAI
YE ZARURI NAHI HAR KOI PASS HO,
KYONKI ZINDGI KI HAR SOOBHA ME YAADON KE BHI
SAHAARE HOTE HAIN...!
GOOD MORNING
