Love, o love, it is a faint melody- Passionate and divine, Which one..

    “In the stories of the night and those nightmares where we fight, I..

  Chota Bheem is all set to go, To hit the wicked with his blow…

Everywhere I look, I see only death Weeping mothers, shattered fathers Pale faces masked with..

  Sometimes I wake up in the night And find my pillow soaked with tears..