success shayari : April Fool SMS : Come, fill the Cup, and in

Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring The Winter Garment of Repentance fling The Bird of Time has but a little way To fly -- and Lo! The Bird is on the Wing. The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.