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.
ek teacher se puchha gaya ki wo apne bachho ko kya padhate hai?
teacher ne bade aaram se ans diya-
pahle to mai unhe batata hu ki mai kya batyane wala hu,
fir jo batana hota hai mai unhe bata deta hu,
or ant me,mai unhe ye batata hu ki maine unhe kya bataya hai
