When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
-Robert Frost (1874-1963)
After The Party
It's getting late, I must go
Quite possibly
To laugh often and much;
My Friend, How Precious You Are To Me
Did I tell you I love you?
Umar bhar nibhana
ये तो फूल है जिन्दगी की राहों को महकाने का
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
APNA HAR DARD CHHUPAYA
Zindgi se apna har dard chupa lena
ZINDAGI WAHI HAMARI KITAB HAI
कभी कड़ी धूप सी परेशानियाँ
For A Friend Who Helped Me
A person who will listen and not condemn,
How It Used To Be
I saw her during recess
KYA DIN THE BATCH PAN KE
Hum se hamara bachpn chhinne tub jawani ati hai,
