A tap on the head,
Returned the old jingles.
It wasn’t the tap,
But time in it’s rolled over dime
And as always be on time,
And always be very, very happy.
Adios!
A Tap On The Head.
Tag: Love
A Said Nothing.
A said nothing,
Can’t be reproduced.
For it wasn’t said.
But it has been said,
And it is –“Love”.
Much have the humans delved in nonsense,
And in search of nothing,
But it is love,
Which can, could and has kept it going.
Adios!
A Miracle.
A miracle is written.
Not by a God.
Not by a wizard.
But by a small boy.
It happens.
It happened.
And a new source of light and magic was found.
Adios!
To my Lord Shri SaiNath.
Lord of the lords,
O! God Sainath,
Always be there with us,
Always have your grace,
Under your wings we must live,
And be happy and peaceful.
Adios!
Redder Love.
Redder love,
Isn’t rare.
Love is red,
A new born baby is reddish red in glow,
It’s only one’s heart,
Which must be in love.
Redder love.
Bueno?
Adios!
Before You Travel. 