A Sweet Story Once a girl asked a boy: Why we have 2 units to measure weight, height, force, speed, distance etc. But nothing to measure Love, Trust, Friendship, Why? Boy thought for a while, took her into arms, looked into her eyes and said . . . Dekh Janu, Dimagh mat kha Already physics main supply hai
Make for me a place within your heart
On which I can depend. For only you
Touch the ancient wellsprings of my tears,
Home through all the wanderings of my years,
Eden that no other can renew,
Root I cannot rend through rage or art.