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

Could You Be The One?

It feels good to be in your arms,

to feel the warmth of your touch.

I love to loo

A Song of Love
Hey, rose, just born
Twin to a thorn;
Was't so with you, O Love and Scorn?Sweet eyes that smil

MANANE KI KHWAHISH HO YA NA HO

र लगता है तुम्हें बताने में वो जो हमा�

tum jo kehte hume

Tum jo kahte hume

Hum jaan laga dete

Aangan aapka sajane

Hum sara aasman

SO JAUN ME FIR SE SAPNO ME

देर सवेर फिर से भोर हो गई,

रातों की �

Marital Rape of a Man
With dreams of Happy life
got married and brought home his wife
with zillion thoughts he enter

How It Used To Be

I saw her during recess

And then again at lunch

I kinda liked to tease her

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The Horse Ride

Taking a romantic ride today,

We sat upon the wagon.

Suddenly the horse lifted hi

Sorry
I'm sorry friend
I don't know what to do
I try so hard
to be a better person to you

God's Gift To Me

You are my sunshine.

You are my shining star.

Everything I'm not,

You are