MERI or uski Jodi Jaise Heer-ranjha,lella-majnu,romeo-jullet Jaisi to ni per Wo Tom to main Jerry,wo oggy to main cocroge Wo doremon to main nobita.. G Haan Jaise ki Mera gussana uska muskurane Mera ruthna uska manana Meri khusi main uska kush ho jana Meri aasu or uski akken num ho jana Mera brakna uska saham Jana MERI sir uska kandha MERA sath uska haat Agar wo Sam to main uski Sandhya Agar wo Subha to main uski sawera. Iss Dariya Ka Tu he to hai kinara - Shrishi0330 #love#0330#friendship#bff

#Love0330#Friendship #bff

MERI or uski Jodi Jaise
Heer-ranjha,lella-majnu,romeo-jullet
Jaisi to ni per
Wo Tom to main Jerry,wo oggy to main cocroge
Wo doremon to main nobita..
G Haan Jaise ki
Mera gussana uska muskurane
Mera ruthna uska manana
Meri khusi main uska kush ho jana
Meri aasu or uski akken num ho jana
Mera brakna uska saham Jana
MERI sir uska kandha
MERA sath uska haat
Agar wo Sam to main uski Sandhya
Agar wo Subha to main uski sawera.
Iss Dariya Ka Tu he to hai kinara
- Shrishi0330 #love#0330#friendship#bff

shrishi0330

#DearZindagi Usne kha teri aakon main dubhna cahta hu Teri hotho ki mitas ko chakna chata hu Maine kha janab ye wo dariya hai jisme app dub jaoge Usne kha nikalna kisi hai main to buss dub jana chata hu #0330 #26 #only you nd me

0330 26 #only you nd me #DearZindagi

#DearZindagi Usne kha teri aakon main dubhna cahta hu
Teri hotho ki mitas ko chakna chata hu
Maine kha janab ye wo dariya hai jisme app dub jaoge
Usne kha nikalna kisi hai main to buss dub jana chata hu #0330 #26 #only you nd me

Abinesh

I like the generosity of numbers. The way, for example, they are willing to count anything or anyone: two pickles, one door to the room, eight dancers dressed as swans. I like the domesticity of addition— add two cups of milk and stir— the sense of plenty: six plums on the ground, three more falling from the tree. And multiplication's school of fish times fish, whose silver bodies breed beneath the shadow of a boat. Even subtraction is never loss, just addition somewhere else: five sparrows take away two, the two in someone else's garden now. There's an amplitude to long division, as it opens Chinese take-out box by paper box, inside every folded cookie a new fortune. And I never fail to be surprised by the gift of an odd remainder, footloose at the end: forty-seven divided by eleven equals four, with three remaining. Three boys beyond their mothers' call, two Italians off to the sea, one sock that isn't anywhere you look ©Abinesh Numbers

Numbers #Poetry