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

Friend, whose smile has come to be
Very precious unto me,
Though I know I drank not first
Of your love’s bright fountain-burst,
Yet I grieve not for the past,
So you only love me last!Other souls may find their joy
In the blind love of a boy:
Give me that which years have tried,
Disciplined and purified,—
Such as, braving sun and blast,
You will bring to me at last!There are brows more fair than mine,
Eyes of more bewitching shine,
Other hearts more fit, in truth,
For the passion of your youth;
But, their transient empire past,
You will surely love me last!Wing away your summer-time,
Find a love in every clime,
Roam in liberty and light,—
I shall never stay your flight,
For I know, when all is past
You will come to me at last!
-Elizabeth (Akers) Allen (1832-1911)

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Wo humse kyon ruth gaye,

Tor late tare bhi hum unke liye

us nile aasman se,

Mit jate hain nafrat bhi

Kiss Of Love

You sing,

I smile,

"I get a kick out of you,"

You sing still,

And

A Choice Is Mine

Life may not let me select my lot,

But whether I'd be happy or not...

That is my

sari duniya ek taraf hai

शोर दुनिया का एक तरफ है , दिल की वीरानी

When I Die I Want Your Hands On My Eyes

When I die I want your hands on my eyes:

I want the light and the wheat of your beloved h

ZINDGI KYA EK KITAAB HAI

क्या जिंदगी सच में किताब है

 

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If Four Is A Party This Is A Parade

I have one too many personalities,

I don't know which one is me,

So if I'm nice a

I Am Trying

I know there's something great in me,

Something I struggle to find.

The days and

jiwan hi hai sundarta

वह जीवन भी क्या जीवन है,
Faithful, Unsure Love
Through all the storms and struggles—
All the fights and tussles’,
All the disrespect, and