A Pretty Woman
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That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers,
And the blue eye
Dear and dewy,
And that infantine fresh air of hers!To think men cannot take you, Sweet,
And enfold you,
Ay, and hold you,
And so keep you what they make you, Sweet!You like us for a glance, you know---
For a word's sake
Or a sword's sake,
All's the same, whate'er the chance, you know.And in turn we make you ours, we say---
You and youth too,
Eyes and mouth too,
All the face composed of flowers, we say.All's our own, to make the most of, Sweet---
Sing and say for,
Watch and pray for,
Keep a secret or go boast of, Sweet!But for loving, why, you would not, Sweet,
Though we prayed you,
Paid you, brayed you
in a mortar---for you could not, Sweet!So, we leave the sweet face fondly there:
Be its beauty
Its sole duty!
Let all hope of grace beyond, lie there!And while the face lies quiet there,
Who shall wonder
That I ponder
A conclusion? I will try it there.As---why must one, for the love foregone,
Scout mere liking?
Thunder-striking
Earth---the heaven, we looked above for, gone!Why, with beauty, needs there money be,
Love with liking?
Crush the fly-king
In his gauze, because no honey-bee?May not liking be so simple-sweet,
If love grew there
'Twould undo there
All that breaks the cheek to dimples sweet?Is the creature too imperfect,
Would you mend it
And so end it?
Since not all addition perfects aye!Or is it of its kind, perhaps,
Just perfection---
Whence, rejection
Of a grace not to its mind, perhaps?Shall we burn up, tread that face at once
Into tinder,
And so hinder
Sparks from kindling all the place at once?Or else kiss away one's soul on her?
Your love-fancies!
---A sick man sees
Truer, when his hot eyes roll on her!Thus the craftsman thinks to grace the rose---
Plucks a mould-flower
For his gold flower,
Uses fine things that efface the rose:Rosy rubies make its cup more rose,
Precious metals
Ape the petals,---
Last, some old king locks it up, morose!Then how grace a rose? I know a way!
Leave it, rather.
Must you gather?
Smell, kiss, wear it---at last, throw away!
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Shahjhan Ki Mumtaj
उसकी आँखे जैसी एक राज़ हो
उसक
Remeber When
Remember when we first did meet,
our hearts rejoiced and skipped a beat.
Remember
teri yaad juda hoi
tu juda hoyo par teri yaad juda naa hoi
saath tere mujhe rehna hai
tu is mo
uchai ki taraf le jati hai
मेहनत सीढियों की तरह होती हैं,
“औ
When I See You
When I see you,
Your eyes sparkle while you say hi with the sweetest voice in the world.<
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.
MERI JAAN MENE TUMSE KABHI KAHA NAHI
Main karta hun pyar tujhase bohot meri jaan
Magar tere jawabo ki chadar se darta hun
Missing...
I've hunted near, I've hunted far
I even looked inside my car.
I've lost my glass
Love's Arrow
Overwhelming and revealing
this amazing feeling,
this ache I crave, this desire,<
MAALUM KYA KISI KO
उतरा तेरे किनारे जब कारवां हमारा ॥
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