A Time to Talk


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

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
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And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)
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DHALTA SURAJ

Shaam ka dhalta sooraj hu main

Halki iss aag mei sulagta hu main

Raat ka andhera

He Is Hurting Too

He's tired of the pain.

He's tired of every lie.

He's tired of the countless nigh

Adhikar bataye baithe hai.

Sach jhooth kisi ki baaton ka,

Kuch pata nhi chalta ab toh.

Kuch ke sach bhi ab j

Book: A Title Of Life

Life is a series of written pages,

Climaxes and minimum wages.

The words so caref

Under the Harvest Moon
Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over garden nights,
Death,

Never Want To Say Goodbye

I think of her and our time together,

And the tears come to my eye.

I never wante

My Babe....

Together we may struggle

but without you all I feel is pain.

Sometimes I may seem

How And When

We are often greatly bothered

By two fussy little men,

Who sometimes block our pa

Care And Happiness

You came as a ray of light,

Made my life cheerful and bright,

Showering your affe

I'm Brave Because Of You

You say you're afraid of being alone.

You can't do a thing on your own.

You don't

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