For the breaveheart...
It's a day to hang our head in disgrace
A day which is the saddest for the human race
A day when the eyes rise up to the heavens above
And questions the place of justice and love
What made men turn baser than the brutes
What was their origin, what were their roots?
While tearing like her paper did they not even wince?
How did they live with themselves ever since?
Even to trample a flower, one needs nerves of steel
Didn't they know this flower would never heal?
What justice can be given to souls that are dead?
What punishment is strong enough to instill dread?
She is gone too far never to come back
A beautiful presence this world will now lack
She is in peace but we are not at rest
Because she reminds us the world can be a place to detest'
RIP Sweetheart
God be with you
Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon
Jodha Akbar
