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 this
Without one saving gleam;
I'd only ask that with a kiss
You'd wake me from the dream.If dreaming were the sum of days,
And loving were the bane;
If battling for a wreath of bays
Could soothe a heart in pain, --
I'd scorn the meed of battle's might,
All other aims above
I'd choose the human's higher right,
To suffer and to love!
-Paul Laurence Dunbar
Friends...
F- Friends are precious gifts
chandan se kum nahi hai mati hamare desh ki
नदी, झील, झरनों की झाँकी मनमोहक है,सुमनों से सजी घाटी-घाटी मेरे देश
The Indian Serenade
I arise from dreams of theeIn the first sweet sleep of night,When the winds are breathing low,And the stars are shining bright.I arise from dreams of thee,And a spirit in my feetHath led me—who
Something Like A Memory
Raindrops on window panes
Ask Me....
Do I love you?
ye bhi koi jiwan hai
वह देश, देश क्या है, जिसमेंलेते हों जन्म शहीद नहीं।
Morning Prayer
Now another day is breaking,
JINKE TYAG TAPOVAN
महके बीस गुलाब गंध बाँटे खुशहाली
Different Types Of Friends
We all have many types of friends,
MAN SE SWIKAR
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
