Our Mind
Work Like
A Garden
That
Accepts
Any
&
Everything
We Plant.
Good or Evil
Constructive or Destructive
Our Lives Will Bear
The Fruit Of
The Seeds
We Plant In
Our MInds . . .
There Is A Garden In Her Face,
Where Roses And White Lilies Blow;
A Heavenly Paradise Is That Place,
Wherein All Pleasant Fruits Do Grow.
There Cherries Grow That None May Buy,
Till Cherry Ripe Themselves Do Cry
BADSHAH ne apnay WAZEER ko 1 ANGOOTHI di Aur kaha k is par 1 aisa Sentence likho
jisko main agar khushi mein dekhon to ghamgeen ho jaoun. Aur agar gham mein dekhoun to khush ho jaoun.
Wazeer ne likha....
