Kuljit S Padda

Jan 9, 1965 - Feb 10, 2017

Dreams drift away like leaves on the water.They roll down the river and slip out of sight.Too many times we do what we ought.Put off 'til tomorrow what we'd really rather do tonight And later realize:Time passes by, people pass on.At the drop of a tear, they're gone. Let's do what we dare, do what we like,And love while we're here before time passes by.Thoughts are like pennies