Injustice is relatively easy to bear; what stings is justice.

He moved quickly away from her through the ring, his whole body starting forward with the big animal in two-point and then -- the horse's legs extended before and behind her, a carousel pony but real, the immense thrust invisible to anyone but the boy on the creature's back -- he was rising, rising, rising. . . And aloft.

Tera jism meri rooh ek hai or tera dil meri jaan ek hai...

In times of joy, all of us wished we possessed a tail we could wag.

Written By W. H. Auden

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