Hidden in the attic,
all the way upstairs,
is something very special,
that I would like to share.
My hopes,
my dreams,
old photographs,
of good times and bad times that make me laugh.
The joy of a hug,
the thrill of a kiss,
leaves me to remember the pure, simple bliss.
I cry for the fun,
and giggle for the pain,
I enjoyed the good life I was able to maintain.
The thoughts and wishes,
they all stay with me,
all of these contained in my book of memories.
(Kathleen Sheppard)
Sharing sorrows, sharing needs,
Sharing happiness, exchanging deeds.
These are th
I wish not to love you much,
Only to love you well.
Much is but a quantity,
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
मुझे न बसंत भाता है,
न ही बह
जितना भी अच्छा कर लो दोस्तो के लिए
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
इंकार को इकरार कहते हे
A Time To Talk
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I
Ye tum ne kaisa rabta rakha,
na qareeb aaye, na fasla rakha.
दोस्ती दर्द नहीं खुशियों की सौगात है,
