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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HAR PAL LARTA HAI

कभी हंसाती है तो कभी रुलाती है जिंदगी

nakam koshish ki

The Tyrants
The tyrants are on the loose again;
They hate all but their own.
They give their lives to kill

A Farewell
With all my will, but much against my heart,
We two now part.
My Very Dear,
Our solace i

Because She Was My Best Friend

Together we would laugh, together we would cry,

With each other, we'd never be shy.

aisa bharatvarsh banayein

Bhookh, Garibi Aur Laachari Ko,

Iss Dharti Se Chalo Aaj Mitaayein.

Bharat Ke Bhar

parwah nahi kuch dam ki

कस ली है कमर अब तो, कुछ करके दिखाएंगे,

Missed Birthday

I'm so sorry I missed your birthday.

A special day, I know it's true.

But birthda

CHAND KO DEKHKAR

Chand Ko Dekhkar Bhi Subha Nhi Hoti,

Dard Ka Pinjar Bna Hai, Mera Suna Janha,

Kit

DOST WO HAI

दोस्त वो है जो बिन कहे समझ लेता है हर ब

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