Amicable
Pune, India Neither I think to love nor to admire, It’s my soul which will never mire. The friendship, the mate, the group to laud, True amicability provides the warmth of God.
Come above it
Pune, India A time should lead to get above the clouds, Where you feel above the wounds, Where you are free to set the path, Where you are not the blossoms of the wrath.