A glance of yours is the rainbow in monsoon
A smile of yours is the twinkle of moon..
No complaints at your loss and not any pain..
The last aim of mine is to die for your name

The children are taught more of the meanest state in Europe than of the country they are born and bred in, despite the singularity of its characteristics, the interest of its history, the rapidity of its advance, and the stupendous promise of its future.

I woke up this morning Lord,
I heard an angel cry,
I said dear Jesus Lord,
Can you stop the time?

Written By Drova Absalom

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