Unknown,
Invisible,
Doubtful,

Yet my hope,

What a saint!

Without sorrows


Who would care of our tears?

It was horrible!

All persons were rejoicing in dance
While the Geeta was sobbing in the room

The dullness of life
Lies in not enhancing knowledge......

Like dews resting
                   On petals

Like snow
                  Holding fingers of leaves

Thy memories were shining

Your true capacity is to discover the truth

Failure is not death

It's Renaissance for a new wonder

Those
Who
Suffer silently
                         Grow wise

Sufferings are painful
But the fruits of forbearance are sweet