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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KYA YEH ZARURI HAI

क्या यह जरूरी है कि मेरे हाथों में

Pyar ka mitha dariya

दोस्ती

प्यार का मीठा दरिया है,पुक

Green Colour

Green is so important

Because we see it all around

It's up very high on the trees

NAZAR MILI

Aaj fir humari nazare mili

Vo mujhe dekhkar muskurane lagi

Uske hotho ki hasi muj

The Hardest Thing I'll Ever Do

The hardest thing I'll ever do

Is let go of you

And look forward instead of back

Last Goodbye

I sit here waiting

waiting for you to see

that time is running out

come o

Cammy The Rabbit

Cammy my rabbit, feminine but buff

no really, this isn't a bluff!

A rex with her

Tears Of Love

Tears of pain run down my cheek,

wishing I was able to hold the one I seek.

Tears

loki bolla muli se

 

loki bolla sun ri muli,

kahan chali tu dukheli dukheli  

A Dieter's Desire

Oh my soul, be thou quiet

This is not 'another diet'

Just a program of exchange

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