On the Idle Hill of Summer

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

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)

Other poems-on-life

That's Life

This life is a wonderful gift .. accept it, embrace it. 

It starts with a new day ..

As Is Life

It's strange the things you remember

And the things you seem to forget.

It's a ja

Finding Peace

Turmoil covers my eyes and my heart.

It never leaves me in day or dark.

Combat ch

KUCH RANG ZINDAGI KE

यदि एक औरत 

अपने आत्मसम्मान के ल�

Why is the Rose so Pale
Ah Dearest, canst thou tell me why
The Rose should be so pale?
And why the azure Violet
Sho

Why Mother is so special?
When I came home in the rain, Brother asked why you didn’t take an umbrella. Sister advise

maa sine se laga dil ko rahat de

हम सबको अकेला तू क्यों छोड़ गयी

अपन�

Shadow Of Life

Walking in the shadow of fear,

drowning endlessly by a single tear,

running along

Be Proud Of Who You Are

I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows.

I am who I am, from my head to my toes.

jiwan ki dhara chalne do
जीवन की धरा को अविरल बहने दो कर्म के पथ