Time is sleeping.
Sand will be the last thing remaining,
Sand that covers planets,
Reflected moonbeams in the sand.
Sand is crumbled mountains and the remains of all that existed.
Sand is soft and white, kissing your foot like clean water.
There is a precise total for all the grains of sand on earth,
As well as for the starry worlds above our heads
(supposedly the same for each, if only we knew it),
But it’s more important to know that the grains of sand
Grow constantly in number and the deserts are getting bigger
And the stars are biding their time.
(Peter Waters)
I've hunted near, I've hunted far
I even looked inside my car.
I've lost my glass
The years are taking their toll.
Another birthday has now arrived.
People you mee
Shall we take Fall together,
go sifting through the fallen leaves
and gaze upon t
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
I so loved you from the start,
You had a special place in my heart,
<I once knew a man who lived in a jar.
For a stranger sight, you'd have to go far.
It's the way you say I love you and the way you hold my hand.
There's just so much about
नदी, झील, झरनों की झाँकी मनमोहक है,
I saw her during recess
And then again at lunch
I kinda liked to tease her
<दिल के इस दर्द को क्या अंजाम दूँ
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