Lot to share.
But who cares to hear.
Let me shout.
With all my might.
You and me
Are so alike.
The divides are
our own created blight.
I have a lamp
with little light.
It can light your hearts
If God allows.
Lot to share.
But who cares to hear.
Let me shout.
With all my might.
You and me
Are so alike.
The divides are
our own created blight.
I have a lamp
with little light.
It can light your hearts
If God allows.
For many days, this emotion was puzzling me. Is there anything apart from physical need in this? What craving in a human wants love from ...