A day''s work is a day''s work, neither more nor less, and the man who does it needs a day''s sustenance, a night''s repose and due leisure, whether he be painter or ploughman
when i woke up early morning birds were singing i asked them i m
missing a sweet voice in u a bird replied: u still havn"t said
good morning to taht sweet Angel....so GooD MorninG sweet heart
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.
