One’s collection,
Is of love.
Of truth,
Of genuinity,
Of distances uncovered in search of truth.
One’s thoughts,
Are the very mechanism,
By which a person can see the day light.
So, be happy.
Adios!
One’s collection,
Is of love.
Of truth,
Of genuinity,
Of distances uncovered in search of truth.
One’s thoughts,
Are the very mechanism,
By which a person can see the day light.
So, be happy.
Adios!
A mountain,
Truly of love,
Of thoughts,
Of happiness,
Of grandness,
Which it is.
A mountain,
New and beautiful,
Is older than mankind,
But not older than nature.
A mountain,
Of brilliance,
Of love such great,
That even Lord thinks that it is true and magnificient.
Adios!
What are you thinking,
What are you doing?
What do you want?
In this life be free,
Be superb.
What are you thinking,
For thoughts often lead to all things happening around; though not fully.
Think good, think better.
Adios!
Arduous efforts to excel in life often get wasted as people, suffer due to all the nonsenses going around.
We all try to be, to do all excellent things, but that doesn’t happen so.
So, keep on doing your best and be happy.
Adios!
A narrator wants to tell a big poem.
But the emotions are falling short.
The narrator feels that can’t do enough,
But he is trying his best.
Now regaining his stability, he starts telling that poem and excels in it.
That’s why he loves his job and is an excellent narrator.
Adios!