Rain of full-blown spring,
O snow, I call thee, O snow!
Thou trumpet thy coming
As softly as moonlight
Step down the earth,
And as silence sits on lips
When death is at the door.
O snow, thou camouflage
The delicate newly-born buds
And those who are in their prime,
And they lie as corpse in coffin
When there is no one to claim,
And life is as still as still water at night,
And its spirit, though alive, choked,
And thou don't pity them
Who are not subversive
And those who are only images!

Gaining knowledge is desire of the wise,
But sharing it is the priority of the humanitarian!

Friendship
Is
Not
The
star
To
Shine
Itself
When
It
Is
Dark;
It
Is
A
Tree
We
Plant
For
Fruits
Of
Happiness!

If dreams had grown themselves,
There would have been no need of the farmers for harvest!

Sleep gives you dream;
Sunrise shows the path,
Will takes it to its destination!

Anger has never been favourable; it is only eczema.

Imagination is soul and words are body of literature!