That those who stand high
And whose roots go deep
Shall always be gentle
And let only it's grandeur speak

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Bewajah hi sahi magar
Mohabbat ka intezar kabhi befizul nahi

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Raaste mein mile hue tajurbe se
Manzil ki khoobsurati ka kya muqabla

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Which needs both it's ends
To hold onto tight
For the rope to be in place

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I shall come back one day when my head is clean and my heart is free from of the unending news of everyday to listen to what treasure of knowledge you have to speak to me

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How to appreciate each small stone
Or every little flower on your way
For those little things sometimes
Can have a significant impact on your journey

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Hues around
And hues in between
Hues form the forthcoming season
With a dollop of freshness within
Sometimes a touch of yellow
Merged with shades of red
Sometimes an ocean of blue
With tincture of white
Oh! The mellow of colours
And the pleasant smell of air blowing
The new season is surely calling
It's beloved for a tight embracing

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That long list of names
Again snatched away my hope
For its not just a list of names
Names long and some just short
It's a list one of each kind
Some where white coats are desired
Some where black gowns are wanted
Some where height and fair are the criteria
Some where percentage and fitness are needed extra
Oh! that long list of names create such a fear
A sense of delusion and of despair
Oh! that long list of selected names
What more do I say or you hear
A part of my name in there is all what I desire

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I wish Relief had words to explain
But it's such an inexpressible feeling

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Love



If you love someone or if someone loves you, you don't need another second before trusting or being trusted

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