This site is about the inspiration I get everyday, as I am designed to get, where faith and conviction are my two flowers which receive light when asked to God.
EXCELLENT PRACTICE,
MEANS TO BE EXCELLENT IN ALL ASPECTS OF LIFE.
PRACTICE MAKES ONE PERFECT,
BUT MANY HAVE THE HABIT OF DOING WRONG THINGS IN LIFE,
ESPECIALLY IN TERMS OF HARD WORK, SINCERITY AND TRUTH.
EXCELLENCE IS INBORN IN YOU,
TRY TO FLOURISH IT.
ADIOS!
A Beautiful Flower,
In the sight,
Of my eyes,
Made my day,
Much more shining
And bright.
The flower seemed to be blessed,
And had the ability to make a person smile
The flower’s popularity, was never the less growing more and more with it becoming widely known,
And lots of people buying it nearly for every occasion.
Adios!
A rose woke up in the morning,
To find its fragrance gone.
It was floating around its baby rose,
The God of Flowers was making it bloom.
The rose was very happy,
And kissed its baby Huuuuummmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
The baby smiled,
And the rose bloomed,
For everything is His might.
Adios!
Spring Has Come,
Oh! How very fine.
Flowers will bloom,
Mustard fields will be full of yellow shine.
Spring has come,
Kites will be flown,
Trees will swing with happiness.
All will say,
“It’s springtime, it’s springtime.”
Spring has come,
So have the exotic birds.
Bird watchers are gathering at such places,
Where migratory birds come and
They look very grand and extremely fine.
Spring has come,
So have the holidays,
But before that exams have to be given,
Without which students can’t say,
“Hip, Hip, Hooray.”
Spring time is a beautiful time,
Which we all like.
It is the time of festivals,
Of happiness and of sheer Joy.
Springtime has come,
So it has.
Adios!
I ran to the tree,
It was attracting me.
I ran and hugged its trunk.
It was so tough,
But it shed,
Some dry leaves and small flowers.
Flowers were violet,
I loved to see them on the earth,
And the leaves were yellow green,
Which were of dry days back.
I took few flowers in my palm,
Felt their blessings.
Leaves were their friends.
They too are fallen.
They are reminisces of the past and the present,
And I am of the same.
Make me friend oh! My tree.
Make me tough as much as I can be.
Make me shed my dry days back.
Make my pain blossom in love,
As the flowers in thee.
Adios!
I hugged the rough trunk of the tree