A casket full of stories I present From the ocean of my feelings and its mood Some bring with it a tempest of tears Some make you sit and brood There are a few pearls of optimism too Which are colourful and multi-hued!

Neelam Saxena Chandra
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More Quotes By Neelam Saxena Chandra
  1. The more silent is my mind, The more it speaks; Wisdom is a light divine, And its shadow a mystique!

  2. Not all things that fall down break. Some develop wings.

  3. The heart is delighted by the first, The other makes the mind go numb; Happiness and gloom like twins, Holding the hands together come!

  4. The bird of hope sings Perched on the branches of twilight; Never grieve for anything For, the day always follows the night!

  5. Requiring neither wood nor urns, Inside me is a fire that burns; Advising me to never accept defeat, The blessed fruit of hope it churns!

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