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Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

Friend, whose smile has come to be
Very precious unto me,
Though I know I drank not first
Of your love’s bright fountain-burst,
Yet I grieve not for the past,
So you only love me last!Other souls may find their joy
In the blind love of a boy:
Give me that which years have tried,
Disciplined and purified,—
Such as, braving sun and blast,
You will bring to me at last!There are brows more fair than mine,
Eyes of more bewitching shine,
Other hearts more fit, in truth,
For the passion of your youth;
But, their transient empire past,
You will surely love me last!Wing away your summer-time,
Find a love in every clime,
Roam in liberty and light,—
I shall never stay your flight,
For I know, when all is past
You will come to me at last!

-Elizabeth (Akers) Allen (1832-1911)

Other poems-on-life

Clearing The Way

I have waited quite a long time to get old,

So I think I should try to enjoy it.

Different Types Of Friends
We all have many types of friends,
And in our life they come and go.
But if we can understand

When You Are Old
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And

BIN MANGE MIL JAYEGA

प्रभु कहते हैं……..!!

 

होती �

A Gift To Share

I was given a smile the other day

From someone who passed me on their way.

I wasn

JIWAN ME GURUR JARURI NAHI

पानी के बिना नदी बेकार है,

 

अत�

Lessons Taught

Sit up straight, speak with grace

Be a lady, fashionably late.

Always walk tall,

Song [Secret Love]
I hid my love when young while I
Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly
I hid my love to my despit

If
If life were but a dream, my Love,
And death the waking time;
If day had not a beam, my Love,<

Kataar lagaye baithe hai..

Is duniya me agar kuch karna hai,

Apni marzi ki karna tu.

Ho safal agar to baat h