When you made something on canvas without using an eraser, it leads to self-satisfaction whether it looks beautiful or not....because an eraser can erase your mistakes but not their marks. Unfortunate
Life is a hard penance....
Sometimes it's like the sun,
Sometimes it's all black.
Life is a flowing stream....
Some lose, some swim.
Somewhere cries of sorrow,
Somewhere happiness wrap....
No one has
An untold feeling when I hold you,
first time in my arms..
Made you walk with little steps
By holding in my hands,
your little-little palms..
Made you sleep overnight
By keeping myself alive..
And
Mother is the idol of love & affection,
Like her there's no other reflection.
Mother is the first teacher of life,
Everyday starts with her sweet smile.
Mother gives such sacrament,
That have nothing
