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)

Other poetry

I Am Here
I AM HERE
If you need a laugh, I am here.
If you need a hug, I am here.
If you need a shoul

nadiyon se dhanwan

वेदों के मंत्रों से गुंजित स्वर जिसक�

Only A Dream

I'm living in my little world.

I'm happy there, it's okay.

It's much more fun tha

desh bhakti

जहाँ डाल-डाल पर सोने की चिड़िया करती �

SHAHIDO KE BALIDAAN

आज तिरंगा लहराता है अपनी पूरी शान से।

Until' The End
this lazy hand
supposed to be writing
a poem of love
that is never ending

a bright

Celebrate Your Life

 

Celebrate the spirit of life

For it gives you so much you may never know

Last Goodbye

I sit here waiting

waiting for you to see

that time is running out

come o

pal pal mera dil ghabrata hai

 

har rang kabhi kabhi fika nazar ata hai

roshni hoti hai fir bhi nazar ata

koi mujhe pehchanta hi nahi

 

aaj wo mera naam bhul gay unko shayad oata nahi ki me kon hun 

jikrra