A Time to Talk
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16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by
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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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pal pal mera dil ghabrata hai
har rang kabhi kabhi fika nazar ata hai
roshni hoti hai fir bhi nazar ata
hum unko paa na sake
Aansuon Ke Saagar Me Dil Ko Doobote hue,
Tamaam Raaten Guzar Di Rote hue
Mazak Ka
Without Her
What of her glass without her? The blank grey
There where the pool is blind of the moon’s face.
Only A Dream
I'm living in my little world.
I'm happy there, it's okay.
It's much more fun tha
Bhartiye Tiranga
हरी भरी धरती हो
नीला आसमान रहे
koshish karne walon ki kabhi haar nahi hoti
fakat yah jaanta
jo mit gaya who jee gya
moond kar
AFSAANE KA DUKH OR SUKH
सुख-दुख के अफसाने का,
ये राज है सदा
I Am Alone
I waited, and you didn't come.
I called, and you didn't answer.
I knocked, but yo
KYA YEH ZARURI HAI
क्या यह जरूरी है कि मेरे हाथों में
Pyara Hindustan Hain
अमरपुरी से भी बढ़कर के जिसका गौ
