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.
Father : You bunked your paper Yesterday.. How dared u..? Son : Papa.. It was too difficult. Father: How do you know it was too difficult...when u didn't even attend the paper.. Son : Papa.. I knew it 5 days before.. Paper out hogaya thha..!