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Think Of Many Things. Never Place Your Happiness In One Person's Power. Be Just To Yourself.

All You Who Sleep Tonight Far From The Ones You Love, No Hand To Left Or Right, An Emptiness Above-- Know That You Aren't Alone. The Whole World Shares Your Tears, Some For Two Nights Or One, And Some For All Your Years.

I Simply Seem To Drift. But I Sort Of Allow The Drift, Because It Has A Kind Of Check - It Forces Me To Work Harder At What I'm Interested In.

All Over India, All Over The World, As The Sun Or The Shadow Of Darkness Moves From East To West, The Call To Prayer Moves With It, And People Kneel Down In A Wave To Pray To God. Five Waves Each Day - One For Each Namaaz - Ripple Across The Globe From Longitude To Longitude. The Component Elements Change Direction, Like Iron Filings Near A Magnet - Towards The House Of God In Mecca.

Why Do Writers, Say, Give Up A Job In Economics And Decide To Write Poetry? Or, Why Do They Give Up A Job In A Bank And Decide To Paint, Like Krishan Khanna? They Want To Convey Something.