To Harriet
Whose is the love that, gleaming through the world,Wards off the poisonous arrow of its scorn? Whose is the warm and partial praise, Virtue's most sweet reward?Beneath whose looks did my
MAN SE SWIKAR
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
jaisa bhi hai mera sachcha yar hai tu
Sach bol raha hun dost.. Dhyan se padhna,
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
ME TERI NA BANOO TO KEHNA
मैं मोहब्बत हूँ मोहब्बत करके देख,
BAS AB MAA
मैं तन पर ला दे फिरता दुसाले रेशमी
If I Were King
I often wish I were a King,
HUMAZAD HUY LAD KAR
हम तो आज़ाद हुए लड़कर पर
Dil ko kisi ki aas nahi
दिल को किसी की आस नहीं है,
One Night On The Net
One night on the Net I was looking aroundI found a chat room with people aboundI vaguely recall a short chat with youA penfriend you'd like, and you spoke English tooI recall your name Davide from
