A Summer Song

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

When as the rye reach to the chin,
And chopcherry, chopcherry ripe within,
Strawberries swimming in the cream,
And school-boys playing in the stream;
Then O, then O, then O my true love said,
Till that time come again,
She could not live a maid.

-George Peele

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Wishing someone would sit down and hold me

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Your lips so soft and red.

The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head.    &

KISI KE LIYE SARTAAJ HAI ZINDGI

किसी के लिए सरताज है जिंदगी

कभी दो

tiranga fehrate hai shaan se

 

 

आज तिरंगा फहराता है अपनी �

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Dear friend, let me say

something on this special day

Though we are far apart,

KYA DOGE TUM IJAZAT HAME

KYA DOGE TUM IJAZAT HME APNE PASS

 AANE KI..... KYA MILEGI MOHLAT 

WAQT

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