On the idle hill of summer,
Sleepy with the flow of streams,
Far I hear the steady drummer
Drumming like a noise in dreams.
Far and near and low and louder
On the roads of earth go by,
Dear to friends and food for powder,
Soldiers marching, all to die.
East and west on fields forgotten
Bleach the bones of comrades slain,
Lovely lads and dead and rotten;
None that go return again.
Far the calling bugles hollo,
High the screaming fife replies,
Gay the files of scarlet follow:
Woman bore me, I will rise.
-A. E. Housman (1859–1936)
Life Is Brevity
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
Uljha-sa aaj mein hue
Zindagi hansne-gaane ka naam hai,
Last
Friend, whose smile has come to beVery precious unto me,Though I know I drank not firstOf your love’s bright fountain-burst,Yet I grieve not for the past,So you only love me last!Other souls may
Ek itihaas
कभी कलम के फूल, बन अंगार ढह जाते हैं, लम्हे।
chalna hamara kaam hai
Gati prabal pairon mein bhari
A Book of Verse
A book of verse, underneath the bough,A jug of wine, a loaf of bread - and thouBeside me singing in the wilderness -Ah, wilderness were paradise now!
Brighter Skies
If you awake to one more dreary day,
Quite possibly
To laugh often and much;
MERI KALAM OR DAWAAT
ये कैसे अद्भूत मोती अल्फाजों के अ मालिक तूने मेरे ख्यालों में बो दिए
Hope Behind The Shadows Of Pain
In some others pretty eyesThere's a great painful disguiseDisguise that dressed their lonely heartWith devastating cuts that ever hurt.Their smiles turned into sobsTheir laughter turned into
