Me die, thee die,
For all of us to cross sky,
Left is nothing for any sake,
All are left just MEMORIES.
The way we talked, the way we walked,
Nothing’s be in the stock,
Leaving your deeds and actions,
Left all are just MEMORIES.
The day of birth,
The day of death,
All are same,
All are left just MEMORIES.
Touch the sky, feel the sigh,
Get motivated, everytime you cry,
Call the earth as mystery of man,
Be the person to live MEM... Read More
