Words speak itself with rhymes.
Rabindranath Tagore
It's very simple to be happy,but it's very difficult to be simple.
Rabindranath Tagore
It's very simple to be happy,but it's very difficult to be simple.
I've been waiting / to be in / this hell here / with you
Some one came knocking
At my wee, small door;
Someone came knocking;
I'm sure-sure-sure;
I listened, I opened,
I looked to left and right,
But nought there was a stirring
In the still dark night;
Only the busy beetle
Tap-tapping in the wall,
Only from the forest
The screech-owl's call,
Only the cricket whistling
While the dewdrops fall,
So I know not who came knocking,
At all, at all, at all.
Words speak itself with rhymes.
Rabindranath Tagore