A bee in dilemma Around the hive of doubts hovers. Over it Brooks of honey Never sprinkle their showers. As an arrow under influence of slumber Never hits the target towers. Hands indulged in prickling However Surely succeed to reveal Their pretentious powers, But finally fail to find A feel of fragrant flowers.
जब आप आस रखने वाले को निराश नहीं करते तो यही आस आस्था में परिवर्तित हो जाती है यही व्यक्ति की सबसे बड़ी उपलब्धि है जो किसी को भयभीत करके प्राप्त नहीं की जा सकती।
You always try to console me saying that you would come, And please me with your short company. How is it possible for a few moments to quench The thirst of centuries?