leave me with my sadness it's the crying timemy soul is stirred and all my memories come to mehands outstretched looking to be held tightwelcome home little ones you are part of my spiritmelancholy with her delicate voice ushers...

To me little Krishna my true love  He is just innocent as well a powerful man who destroys demons, takes care of innocent and is on the side of true people. As he grew into teenage he was my love that...

The scarred, marred brightness this bitten-by-night dawn. The one that was awaited, surely, this is not that dawn This is not the dawn yearning for which  Had we set out friends, hoping to find something, somewhere The final destination of stars in the wilderness of...

 ... in which Lyonya, Tolya, and Valya finally come to their senses, while Pyotr Petrovich explains that everything is actually not as it seems The smell of ozone. Fresh and pungent. Mixed with the bitter stench of burnt plastic. This...

Today, I call Waris Shah, "Speak from your grave" And turn, today, the book of love's next affectionate page Once, a daughter of Punjab cried and you wrote a wailing saga Today, a million daughters, cry to you, Waris Shah Rise! O' narrator...