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.
Sardarji is filling up a job application........................... He promptly fills in the lines on Name, Age, Addr,& etc. Then came the column Salary Expected..................... After much thought he writes: Yes.............................
