Parents are the roots of the tree of life

Her cheeks, her hair are wonderful ... and her walking style kills ... her wrist is soft, just like pure sweet ... and her body is a garden of flowers ... and her eyes are golden buttons

Whenever a tree of money grows ... it grows in the grounds of evil

I you mix the flowers of worship in the dirty water from the gutter ... then it does not become water from the Ganges river

You are the most beautiful flower of my garden ... and I want to enjoy your fragrance with love

On the tree of your body ... a new flower of youth has blossomed

You shouldn't dream about eating the fruits right after you sow the seed ... sometimes a tree doesn't grow

You will get her ... and the flower in your heart will blossom

A gust of wind blew and a flower broke from its stalk ... neither of the wind nor of the garden, whose mistake is this

The wounds that I have on my chest, are all bouquets of flowers ... let me remain mad, I am better of being mad

You thought that I'm a flower hearing my name Pushpa ... but I'm fire

The root of a tree that has a snake hole ... birds don't make a nest on its branches

There are many colourful flowers in the rainbow like bouquet of life ... and when the colour of love mixes with them ... then in the party of colours even the exhibition of fragrances join in

Fruits can grow only once on the branches of injustice and lies ... not again

You're not from this earth, from where have you come ... you're not a flower of this garden, from which garden have you come

Men are like a money plant ... all the time along with water you have to show them the direction as well ... or else they get lost

Flower is the sign of love and it's fragrance is the feeling of it

People who escape from the swords ... usually they get cut by the flowers

The moon and the moonlight can separate ... a flower and its fragrance can separate ... but now we will never be far away from each other, never

Roses are red, violets are blue ... who are you, sending me texts everyday?