Money takes wings
In my hands
It vanishes like vapor
Before I note the figure
Money slips
Through my fingers
Like water through a sieve
Before I feel a leaf
My pocket has a hole
It seems
My wallet has a soul
It deems
I wanted to be a millionaire
Then I wanted to be a miser
But does it really matter
If you turn a philosopher.
Sudha chandran,a promising dancer,
Lost her right leg in a road accident
Used a jaipur foot ,practised with unbent
Will ,became a dancer and an actor
Where there is a will ,there is a way
My beloved,blow me a kiss
I will take it for my bliss
It will give my day a fillip
It will refresh me like a tulip
Trees are the roadside angels
For travelers seeking shade
Beauty spots on the highways
First aid centers for the injured.