Why not the men, won't they ever lose it, then why always do we......' Why not the men, won't they ever lose it, then why always do we......'

I sing with happiness to my Creator, Who transforms my sorrows into bliss. I sing with happiness to my Creator, Who transforms my sorrows into bliss.

Freedom is the goal of this universe I like to achieve that with my verse Freedom is the goal of this universe I like to achieve that with my verse

I have born to read all poetry My pen is a portion of this world! I try to write some new poetry Wit... I have born to read all poetry My pen is a portion of this world! I try to write...

You can’t catch a fish Without getting hands wet! None has a noble birth No job is cheap in fact! You can’t catch a fish Without getting hands wet! None has a noble birth No job ...

What is love? What is love?