alltht glitter isnot gold
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Dear alltht glitter isnot gold
Assalamwaklaikum
myself FALAK Khan
I have done bachelor of management studies from mumbai university
Presently i m staying in UAE
i Am working as admin asst
i love cooking, listening soft music, going for a walk and making kind heart friends
i am very innovative kind of person........i like meeting people with different nature........i believe tht all that glitter is not gold. this is small poem just read it....
All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told:
Many a man his life hath sold
But my outside to behold:
Gilded tombs do worms enfold.
Had you been as wise as bold,
Young in limbs, in judgment old,
Your answer had not been inscroll'd:
Fare you well; your suit is cold.
Cold, indeed; and labour lost:
Then, farewell, heat, and welcome, frost!
Portia, adieu. I have too grieved a heart
To take a tedious leave: thus losers part.
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken:
The crownless again shall be king.
Assalamwaklaikum
myself FALAK Khan
I have done bachelor of management studies from mumbai university
Presently i m staying in UAE
i Am working as admin asst
i love cooking, listening soft music, going for a walk and making kind heart friends
i am very innovative kind of person........i like meeting people with different nature........i believe tht all that glitter is not gold. this is small poem just read it....
All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told:
Many a man his life hath sold
But my outside to behold:
Gilded tombs do worms enfold.
Had you been as wise as bold,
Young in limbs, in judgment old,
Your answer had not been inscroll'd:
Fare you well; your suit is cold.
Cold, indeed; and labour lost:
Then, farewell, heat, and welcome, frost!
Portia, adieu. I have too grieved a heart
To take a tedious leave: thus losers part.
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken:
The crownless again shall be king.