Softness of flowers
Make them humble

Without softness
Flowers would have been thorns....

It's the softness of flowers
            That make them honourable

Don't you know you are against your own rising?
If I'm wrong? What is that apprehension
Fettered around your legs?

The leaves of filial are dead
Oh! We are just for bread

Speaking less is a sermon..

Solitude is the soul of life........

The flower doesn't complain against thorns ;
It just keeps maintaining its own goodness.

Your words are fire
Your words are water

Choice is yours

Friends are two legs of a compass

Friendship is a tree
The more you water it
The more it grows and bears fruit for u

We are gentlemen
Not because we sport fine dresses
But because we are gentle

Our behaviour is our honour.