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
Time Goes By So Fast
Don't live in anger, with fear and regrets.
UJADI ZINDAGI
Tera meri iss ujadi zindagi main aana,
KISSI PED KI CHHAW ME
किसी पेड़ की छाँव में किसी की राह तकते
I Am Trying
I know there's something great in me,
Serenade
So sweet the hour, so calm the time,I feel it more than half a crime,When Nature sleeps and stars are mute,To mar the silence ev'n with lute.At rest on ocean's brilliant dyesAn image of Elysium
The Guitar Of Time
On a guitar of time, he played pleasant tunes,
Lessons For Living
I see you looking at your children,
Ek itihaas
कभी कलम के फूल, बन अंगार ढह जाते हैं, लम्हे।
If
If life were but a dream, my Love,And death the waking time;If day had not a beam, my Love,And night had not a rhyme, --A barren, barren world were thisWithout one saving gleam;I'd only ask that with
Quite possibly
To laugh often and much;
