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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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mujhe zamane ne chot di hai

Start Fresh

I wanna start fresh...

 

and forget this place, the wicked world I live in,<

TIRANGA JISKI YAAD KE LIY

जिनकी दृढ़ता से उन्नत है आज हिमालय

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Ek misaal bankar,

Dikha do duniya ko

Kanto jaisi raho par chalkar,

Pa lo apni manzil ko

Ek

Take My Hand

I thought that I was chasing dreams

While I was walking down those fast streams.

kese bachayga prem pettr

 kitaab se le jayga prempattr

gidad  use pahad par noch noch khayga

&nb

A Time To Talk

When a friend calls to me from the road

And slows his horse to a meaning walk,

I

Choti choti baat pe

Ab kadwi lage aisi baat 

Bade hotey-hotey ham sacchai ki rah se bhatakne lag jate ha

bachpan bit gaya

बचपन बीत गया लड़कपन में, जवानी बीत रह�

Don't Neglect Your Love

Love is like a bicycle

Left out in the storm

If it's not protected

Rust b