All love at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets until ‘tis fine;
But when ‘tis settled on the lee,
And from th’ impurer matter free,
Become the richer still the older,
And proves the pleasanter the colder.
My love for you is like water,
Falling countless…
The beating of my heart,
For you is so heavy and soundless,
The feeling of being in your arm is so
Precious and endless.
It Has The HANDSTo Help Other
It Has FEETTo Hasten To Poor & Needy
It Has EYESTo See Misery & want
It Has EARS To hear Thee Sights & Sorrows Of Men . . .
Tinka Tinka tufan me bikharte chale gaye,Tanhai ki gehraiyon me utarte chale gaye.Udate the jin dosto k sahare aasman me hum, 1-1 karke sab bichadte chale gaye...!!! IFFI :)
