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)
My Dearest Love
I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
JHANDA LEHRATA RAHE YAHI ORIT RE
गली गली में बजते देखे आज़ादी के गीत रे |
padi likhi ladki or anpad ladki
बेटा घर पर लता है अपनी गर्लफ्रेंड को माँ से मिलवाने
Best Of Brands
Get that nit comb through those strands,
Missing Piece In Life
I've lost a piece and it's impossible to bring it back.
Aankho hi aankhon mein
Aankho hi aankhon mein Baatein isharon mein
You Are The Life To Me
When I am hurt
The Mirror
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
If You Believe
When your mind is set
MAN SE SWIKAR
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )