I am in search of something inside of me which I know cannot be found outside of me. Real knowledge!
how much? how often? how long? will you handle your life with support of world. when will you grow the little child
By Ekta K. Kalra 3 years ago in Poets
the story of storm is real like dream it’s presence heals the mind at lazy rest it has power it has quest. if you forgive me
many harvest land few achieve to receive land denies none then from where is denial heard? substitute hard work with what
happiness develops as an insight towards life. it’s not propaganda of laughter or smile but understanding of importance of life
come join in force enrol more we are to attack deficiency let youth hold true their role we cannot entertain
to face loss is to attempt again what a pain? was learning by mistakes a pain? then you are wrongly being here! pain is lack of discipline
make the creativity peak engage the self in it if it suceeeds you win if it fails you learn again repeat repeat
life begins for multitudes but is lived by only few. woogle, woogle, woo enjoy life too. laugh a little more louder smile a little clearer
the lack of confusion is the lack of logic complete I have witnessed adversity it is something in the end that leads to
when I carry self how I carry self in peace or grace with virtues or just for praise it matters me within how I carry self
when God denies to help my heart on this has always wept. if I could something do i by your side would have stood. earth is not the home town
begin the day with race or dance with grace what and why should be life’s place. mercy the palaces which despite being rich
