Mornings of bells ! |
Nature is the greatest teacher.
One can sit quietly and
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Joy is a flower on bicycle |
What you feel or, you do not, who knows it? But then you know it all. What to tell or what not to, who listens? But then you hear it all. The whole world is filled by your grace only.
Mornings of bells ! |
Nature is the greatest teacher.
One can sit quietly and
|
Joy is a flower on bicycle |
मायाको छैन रिस्तेदार न रुपै छ यो भ्रमको नरहेछ माया त्यो जुन तिमि होला भन्थेउ साचो माया धेरै टाढा जो आफै देखि भाग्दैछ देखिने देखाउने द...
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