सुरेंद्र सैनी बवानीवाल "उड़ता "
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God is the almighty
Open all your pane
Hardwork is identity
We are not insane
This is mediocre way
Nowhere is alternate
We are not for granted
Our ego has rate
"Udta" stay in reality
Our Life is great.
God Is..
My pride was killed years ago by you Saying words to the family of ours My pride was killed years ago by you Saying words to the family of ours
Teachers are said to be out second mothers and mothers are also are teachers. Teachers are said to be out second mothers and mothers are also are teachers.
To touch a broken lute, To strike a jangled string, To touch a broken lute, To strike a jangled string,
I still remain alive, Breathing in millions !!.. I still remain alive, Breathing in millions !!..
The sadness on faces like you do. No, no, you touch the soul. The sadness on faces like you do. No, no, you touch the soul.
Diving into the forbidden... Diving into the forbidden...
Humanity that has been cast aside, let us find.. Humanity that has been cast aside, let us find..
A peaceful night... A peaceful night...
I see my India as a dream-destination! I see my India as a dream-destination!
Trees are the kindest things I know, They do not harm, they simply grow. Trees are the kindest things I know, They do not harm, they simply grow.
Demise definitely puts a perspective in one’s eyes. Demise definitely puts a perspective in one’s eyes.
I brushed a stroke of orange on a clean coral canvas and waited not too long to see its meaning f... I brushed a stroke of orange on a clean coral canvas and waited not too long ...
So make more memories before time has perished!! So make more memories before time has perished!!
Implementing imagination to words.. Implementing imagination to words..
All’s Well that Ends Well! All’s Well that Ends Well!
So, dreams can still come true .... So, dreams can still come true ....
My friend, I know a big secret, the man was Black My friend, I know a big secret, the man was Black
She struggles to sleep. The blacks of her eyes staring through her eyelids to the white ceiling, She struggles to sleep. The blacks of her eyes staring through her eyelids to t...
Among the ruins of old forts and palaces , Among the ruins of old forts and palaces ,
Gratitude is what I feel, to be one of those few, Gratitude is what I feel, to be one of those few,
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