
In his infinity,
We play,
We sing,
We think.
In his infinity,
We study,
We learn.
In his infinity,
The days move on,
Despite all attempts to tarnish,
The desire and earnesty to live in all goodness goes on and on.
Adios!

In his infinity,
We play,
We sing,
We think.
In his infinity,
We study,
We learn.
In his infinity,
The days move on,
Despite all attempts to tarnish,
The desire and earnesty to live in all goodness goes on and on.
Adios!

Deep in the forest,
Lived an old man,
Who was Lord incarnate.
He had a little birdie,
Who would gather small nuts from trees
And put them in the Lord’s basket.
The old man would select few of those nuts
And rub them together,
Bringing out the little nut beautifully from their shell.
The bird felt very happy,
On being feed by the Lord.
Then the little birdie,
Wanted an ice cream from the Lord,
Which the old man has said would take sometime.
Each morning thinking of the ice cream,
The little birdie would gallop across the skies,
In search of new adventures
And after coming back would ask Lord-” Lord, am I getting the ice cream today?”
Lord would smile
And ask it to wait.
Two days later Lord gifted the bird two large scoops of ice cream,
Eating those two scoops the birdie felt so stomach full,
That it went to sleep in Lord’s arms,
Murmuring -“Father, today I have truly reached heaven”?
Adios!
Adios

A little boy walking down the road,
Saw something glittering.
It was a coin.
He picked it up,
And wiped it down.
He kept the coin in his pocket.
From a shop near by his home,
He bought four toffees.
One for himself,
One for his mother,
One for his father,
And the last one for his friend,
Lord God.
Adios!
😄😇😇😇😇🎄🐄🐏🐥🐦🐮🌈🔮📀🎊🎉🎂📚🌱😙😋😎🎁📹📞📮📬⚽🏈🎯🎲🃏
On this day, two of earth’s greatest lights reached the ancient one.It is an honour and privilege for me to be their grandson.
Their light keeps the heaven alive, their warmth gives bliss to the flowers.
They are with lord himself and have reached the highest tier.
Adios#

What were you saying?
Please remind me of it.
Was it anything new?
Or is the same old babbling talk of yours?
What were you saying?
That I have forgotten?
Well,let it be .
For the fresh dew on the leaves,
Are going to sing a new song,
And I am now going to try hard,
To listen to it.
Adios!