At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly
To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in thine eye;
And I think oft, if spirits can steal from the regions of air,
To revisit past scenes of delight, thou wilt come to me there,
And tell me our love is remember'd, even in the sky. Then I sing the wild song 'twas once such pleasure to hear!
When our voices commingling breathed, like one, on the ear;
And, as Echo far off through the vale my said orison rolls,
I think, oh my love! 'tis thy voice from the Kingdom of Souls,
Faintly answering still the notes that once were so dear.
-Thomas Moore
kya dhoondti rehti hai ye aankhe
सब कुछ तो है क्या ढूँढ़ती रहती हैं निगाहें,क्या बात है मैं वक़्त पे घर क्यों
A Poem About Time
Time is slow, time is fast.
singhu main
Dubkiyan sindhu mein gota khor lagaata hai
MAN SE SWIKAR
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
aag abhi bohot see kafi hai
भारत क्यों तेरी साँसों के, स्वर आहत से लगते हैं,
Our One Star
Look at the stars tonight
Be Strong In Life
kuchh rasto par kadam rakh kar
kuch rasto par kadam rakh kar bhi
My Blessing In Life
Every morning I wake up and see,The most handsome man lying next to me.He's the one I cherish and love,A blessing sent from Heaven above.I will love him as a faithful wife should,And do everything for
Watan Ke Liye Apni Parwah Mat Kar
