When child takes birth, its first expression to life is a cry;
Truth of silence never comes till people die;
When fiery fingers of love touch our dreams
Body thrills with endless pain but Soul feels immense joy;
Tiny spaces between body and soul produce melodies of music;
Heaven descends in our mind, thoughts get up fly.
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tiny spaces between body and soul produce melodies of music sweet thoughts