Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Your deeds are many, 
Our words are few.
Your thoughts are many, 
I could not pay attention to any. 
I long for honey, 
To buy this, I should have money. 
Thoughts with deeds are meaningful,  Thoughts without deeds are meaningless. 
So we have 365 days in a year, 
Do a good  deed without fear, 
Last day when you appear, 
Your deeds will set you free,
Along with your dear's.