A simile to beauty,
And more than a diamond...

They say you shall meet a few
Who believed in themselves and believe in you...

I am the same....
Who was born with the same name...

The crave of our soul is only a request
To our beloved...

Sitting on grass
I watched the sky...

Everyday it's a post-haste hour
I leave behind all that's dour...

A friend is one who is close to the heart
Stands by forever and goes never apart...

To live is to face clash of feelings
You turned your eyes walking away...

There's a flower which says 'Touch me not!'
' I'm destructive ', the hatred says 'Near me...

When it's dark and you are sad
Look up deep into the sky...

You smell the air sweeter than the rose
With your breath fresher than the morn-dew...

Her dreams live
In clash...