First Love

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

I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet.
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.

My face turned pale, a deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked what could I ail
My life and all seemed turned to clay.

And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away.
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.

I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start.
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.

Are flowers the winter's choice
Is love's bed always snow
She seemed to hear my silent voice
Not love appeals to know.

I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling place
And can return no more.

-John Clare

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MAN SE SWIKAR

एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )

My Sweestest Love

No one truly knows or understands;

You have my heart in your hands.

My love is wh

Life Is All About Symphony

To live content with small means;

to seek elegance rather than luxury,

and refine

MAA KI PARIBHASHA

हम एक शब्द हैं तो वह पूरी भाषा है

ह�

bat hai yeh kon jo hoti nahi

जो कभी अपने समय को यों बिताते है नहीं

na jaane kahan bitate hai

दोस्ती किस तरह निभाते हैं, मेरे दुश्म

TAARO KE SAMAN

शांति अमन चैन रहे,

खुशहाली छाये

Ek misaal bankar,

Dikha do duniya ko

Kanto jaisi raho par chalkar,

Pa lo apni manzil ko

Ek

Batter My Heart
Batter my heart, three person'd God; for, you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;

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