The world is a playground -Indian
Alas, not all things in life are easy; Even man struggles to be human.
In the deadly sweep Of every wave, A thousand dangers lie in wait.
For the raindrop, joy is in entering the river.
Consumed by the agony of remembrance The remembrance of night's festive company The one remaining candle flickers and dies.
Love cannot be seeded into someone. It is a fire that is difficult to kindle but once it takes on, it is equally difficult to extinguish.