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.
A man to Santa:
Your friend is kissing your wife in your home.
Santa rushes home and came back within
half an hour and slapped the man
and said:
“He’s not my friend.”
Newton ne apple niche girte dekha or gravity ki khoj ki
Koi ya puchey k 25 saal sa potty karta tha
to wo kya upar jati thi Saaley hamain bevakuf banatey hain
