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Sunny Mittal Poems
Life is a mystery
Life is a mystery, comes from future, runs in present, and goes to history,
You Can Never Raise Yourself Much, By Co...
You can never raise yourself much, by comparing yourself with others, today you are trying to outdo someone, tomorrow you will be bothered,
Don't Waste Food
Hundreds and thousands have toiled under the scorching sun of summer, to grow the food which so comfortably we eat. think of food as the fruit of labor of thousands of hours, rather than just rice and wheat.
At The Touch Of Your Love
At the touch of your love, i have become a poet, and nothing more i seek of you, now a days whole of my time,
For The Lovely Friends
Materialistic gifts to some matter, but they matter little to me, what I like is you stop and wait, even if you can go ahead without me.
Success's Sweet Fruit He Is Bound To Tas...
A man with firm faith, who can keep patience, and is free of all haste,
Dreams and Hope
Dreams show and guide us where to go, hope takes us wherever we want to go, without dreams there is no way to go, without hope there is no way we can go.
I am a wanderer, i am a wanderer
I am a wanderer, i am a wanderer, i belong to every place, every place belongs to me, all are one and the same,
Oh bright star, oh bright star
To Rajat Gupta..... Oh bright star, oh bright star, somewhere else you should have landed, somewhere else you should have ended,
This is wonderland
This is wonderland, this is wonderland, lets walk together, common hold the hands.
To My Sweet Little Town
Oh my sweet little town, Shinning like a diamond in the king's crown like a glorious past i have left you, for most of the time i am not with you,
Just Like The Days When I Used To Be A C...
The desire is intense, the passion is wild, just like the days, when i used to be a child.
Intelligent i was never, intelligent not now i am, intelligent i may be never.
This is an infa song, for the family to which we all belong, in the welcome of the days ahead, in the memory of days that have gone.
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Life is a mystery
Life is a mystery,
comes from future,
runs in present,
and goes to history,
life is a mystery.
you like it, you love it,
but you never know when its gonna ditch you.
you plan it, you try to control it,
but you never know where its gonna take you.
that's why they say,
life is a mystery...
you like something and you go crazy for that thing,
day or night, sleep or awake beside that u think nothing,
but as the life goes on and things keep on changing,
you start to like and look for a new thing,
and that something for which were once ...