Alas !
Noise of passing moments rush through mind
The terrible love picture when rewind
No piece in day and obscure night
I wish to go, back but hops are blind
Non for I, No one is mine
Who comes to me to my dreams rebind
Alos ! I can’t call my past again
I can’t forget the past behind,
By <Swati>
Good night spray:

Friends are like a page in the book of life.
Every page with a different subject.
But you are my index page that is why you are covering every subject of my life.
Have a wonderful life....


good morning