The poem describes the beauty of rain. The poem describes the beauty of rain.

Our mind is not brittle. Slowly we move ahead a little. Our mind is not brittle. Slowly we move ahead a little.

He always loved lighting candles, As we lit candle together, He always loved lighting candles, As we lit candle together,

The stars are put to shame when your eyes sparkle at any challenging thought. The stars are put to shame when your eyes sparkle at any challenging thought.

Is it truly good Or someone up is crying bye... Is it truly good Or someone up is crying bye...

No one can see it's pain. No one can see it's pain.