Ask the bird single,
Who flies from your sky to mine鈥�
Bearing the hot sun shine鈥�
Rain drops on its wings鈥�
And the fresh air on its lungs鈥�
Who am I鈥�
Nobody heard me, and nobody saw,
And my picture - you never could draw,
But I'm sure to be present, abroad or at home,
When you are happy or crying alone...
THE PURE, THE BRIGHT, THE BEAUTIFUL,THAT STIRRED OUR HEARTS IN YOUTH,THE IMPULSE TO A WORDLESS PRAYER,THE DREAMS OF LOVE AND TRUTH;THE LONGINGS AFTER SOMETHING LOST,THE SPIRITS YEARNING CRY,THE STRIVING AFTER BETTER HOPES..THESE THINGS CAN NEVER DIE...
A Tiger who has been killed in the forest of love by a beautiful deer...
Vruksh ho bade bhale,
ho ghane ho bhal
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