“THOU wast all that to me, love, For which my soul did pine: A green isle in the sea, love, A fountain and a shrine All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers, And all the flowers were mine. Ah, dream… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Sun will rise, night will fade, Roses shall bloom, birds will flock, Winds ready to dance, lotus secretly smiles, This is a promise, morning shall ever rise.” — Harshada Pathare Copy Share Image
