LOVE MAYBE BLIND OR IT MAYBE SHORTSIGHTED BUT IT DEFINATELY HAS THE POWER TO MANIFEST ITSELF IN THE FORM OF EVERYTHING GOOD. BUT NOTHING COMES EVEN CLOSE TO MOTHER’ S LOVE.
ADIOS!
LOVE MAYBE BLIND OR IT MAYBE SHORTSIGHTED BUT IT DEFINATELY HAS THE POWER TO MANIFEST ITSELF IN THE FORM OF EVERYTHING GOOD. BUT NOTHING COMES EVEN CLOSE TO MOTHER’ S LOVE.
ADIOS!

A rose in the garden asks many questions.
Are you new?
Are you old?
Are you beautiful or
is the garden blue in it’s hue?
A rose thinks to grow up
And be the right in its love for the person growing it,
But a rose is a rose,
Not something to be destroyed,
But only to be cared about.
Adios!

The thoughts are many,
The love isn’t new,
There are many things to think about,
But nothing is fresh or new.
People who are dumb i.e. who are truly dumb,
Only know rubbish or they are really foolish.
Better be none,
For often doing gibberish things,
Bring nothing but pain.
The thoughts need to be watered with all goodness,
With no rubbish and only goodness.
For only those who succeed, think good thoughts.
Adios!

In the might,
People forget themselves,
They forget their origin,
They forget their feeling,
Their happiness,
Their love,
Their mojos.
Only doing wrongs and harbouring the past,
Doesn’t bring any good results. To move ahead you need to bright and feel all happiness and bliss around you.
Adios!
Often you think,
That you can be successful,
You can be happy.
You can do the most of the most.
Often you do think,
That all of these are possible,
But that’s not the end,
You can do even a lot more.
Adios!