A Valentine to My Wife

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

Accept, dear girl, this little token,
And if between the lines you seek,
You'll find the love I've often spoken—
The love my dying lips shall speak.

Our little ones are making merry
O'er am'rous ditties rhymed in jest,
But in these words (though awkward—very)
The genuine article's expressed.

You are as fair and sweet and tender,
Dear brown-eyed little sweetheart mine,
As when, a callow youth and slender,
I asked to be your Valentine.

What though these years of ours be fleeting?
What though the years of youth be flown?
I'll mock old Tempus with repeating,
"I love my love and her alone!"

And when I fall before his reaping,
And when my stuttering speech is dumb,
Think not my love is dead or sleeping,
But that it waits for you to come.

So take, dear love, this little token,
And if there speaks in any line
The sentiment I'd fain have spoken,
Say, will you kiss your Valentine?
-Eugene Field

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HUM EK NAYA SAMAJ BANAY

भारत माँ के वीर सपूतों

के बलिदानो�

Macchar marney se shikari nahi bn jaoge or...

Arz kiya hai..
.
.
Macchar marney se shikari nahi ban jaoge..
.
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DEEWANE HO GAY

Jinki yaad mein hum dewane ho gaye,

Wo hum hi se begaane ho gaye.

Shayad unhe tal

Lost Love..

I still love you.

we were friends with him

when he introduced me to you.

SACH HO YA NA HO

साथ हमारा हो ना हो,लेकिन मिलना तो बस म�

Mera Pyar Hai Tu

 

अज़ीज़ भी वो है, नसीब भी वो है

Dream to Live

 

Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird

MAR JAATE HAI

नई सदी से मिल रही दर्द भरी सौगात,

 

ek bewafa ka intzaar

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