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,
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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Swatantrata ka samay ab aaya hai !

Uth mere veer javan uth,

Uth mere veer javan uth,

Lahlahaati is dharti me aaj,

YEH ROVIEW AGAR HO BHI JAYE TO KYA

eh Document, Yeh Meetings, Yeh Features Ki Duniya,

Yeh Insaan Ke Dushman, Cursors Ki Duni

WO HUM SE RUTH GAY

Mere sapne kyon tut gaye,

Wo humse kyon ruth gaye,

Dekar shila mohabbat ka mujhe,

Who Ever Loved, That Loved Not at First Sight?
It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is overruled by fate.
When two are st

TARO KE SAMAN RAHE

हरी भरी धरती हो

नीला आसमान रहे

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