Love what a magical word.. When comes in mind it changes everyone’s world. Sometimes i wonder why we say it magical May be its the power which make it mystical Its the supremacy that make anyone perceive That he can do any thing for whom he believe
Its the love that father work hard in depth And nurture his family until his last breath
Its the power that a mother makes best of circumstances No matter what would be the consequences
Its love that when a girl see at sky staring infinite stars She would think of him no matters how far they are
Its love that a brother always ready to fight for his sis Doesn’t matter how frail he is.
Yes i think that’s why we call it magical Coz in world full of self -centred individual There is some one, some where who just think about you..!!! Like life is so simple
At 10:30, Silence Dispersed,every edge withdrew with dark, The moon was pale, still brightening as diamond spark, At the tree, an owl hoot, at surface dogs barked. Sudden, I heeded, the sound of footsteps was appearing from the street, exulted
Love is It is not just doing what crosses your mind without thinking about it or doing things just to look good It is much more bringing a genuine smile in the face of a child or truly promising that
Dear love, I have always wanted to understand you more, But first of all, you must know you are the one who I most adore. Dear love, will you stand by me through the most rugged journeys of all? Dear
Far away from the world of love, hatred and war There is yet another world breathing silently Thats the world of love we call. There holds no boundaries No caste or creed Its purely emotions swirling freely. No land is
A philosophical question for anyone who has an idea. Imagine my hands are a set of scales. In my right hand I hold this crazy little thing called love. You can choose anything you want to place in my left
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