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)
Only A Dream
I'm living in my little world.
What A Mean Of Friendship
A good friend is someone
teri yaad juda hoi
tu juda hoyo par teri yaad juda naa hoi
I Couldn't Pretend
Friends indeed,
Dil ki har dhadkan ka ehsaas ho tum...
Is dil ki har dhadkan ka ehsaas ho tum, Tum kya jaano hamare liye kitne khaas ho tum.
tum hame mile
Kabhi to waqt thaira hoga jo tum mile
KYA FARK PADTA HAI
कोई सब कहे, कोई चुप रहे,
A Dream within a Dream
Take this kiss upon thy brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow—You are not wrong, to deemThat my days have been a dream;Yet if hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day,In a
nadiyon se dhanwan
वेदों के मंत्रों से गुंजित स्वर जिसका निर्भ्रांत है।
Miss You A Lot
