Consumed by the agony of remembrance The remembrance of night's festive company The one remaining candle flickers and dies.

Lest we forget: It is easy to be human, very hard to be humane

Alas, not all things in life are easy; Even man struggles to be human.

This earth, burnished by hearing the name, is so certain of love,
that the sky bends unceasingly down, to greet its own light.

I asked my soul: What is Delhi? She replied: The world is the body and Delhi its life!

Consumed by the agony of remembrance The remembrance of night's festive company The one remaining candle flickers and dies.

The world is a playground -Indian