All that I buildOn the shore,They don’t holdFor waves come crashing;I don’t mindFor they wash my feet,Preach to be boldAnd tell meHow the water is cold.They teach me howNothing would hold,By smashing my castlesAnd soaking my coat,Train me to try againAnd again if again fails.Praise
कांच की मछली,कांच में रहती,पानी तो बस ढोंग है,घर है मेरा चार दीवारीरस्ता डामाडोल है | खाना मेरादाना होता,हर सुबह की जंग है,कभी कभी तोकुछ नही मिलतापानी के इस रंग में | सबका व्यंजन,मैं मनोरंजन,भूखे मुझको ताकते, कितनी बड़ी है,कितनी छोटी,अक्सर मुझको आंकते | लोग
“I am leaving!”, Chara announced solemnly. “For real this time!” The 4-year-old waited at the door for someone to respond. When no one budged, she continued, “And I am not coming back!” No acknowledgement. Nobody seemed to care. She waited patiently with her ears wide