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.
Men are like bank accounts.
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Without a lot of money they don''t generate a lot of interest. . . ;->
gum mein jeene me maza aata hai.
gareebo ke ghar bhi khudaa jata hai..
1 hum hai barish ki tarah sms karte hai
1 aapka sms sarkari nal k pani ki tarah aata hai
