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

True Friends

Best friends stick together till the end.

They are like a straight line that will not ben

kuchh pal ki bate

कोई मैं में उलझा है तो कोई तू उलझा है

Dil me teri muhabbat

Dil me teri muhabbat ka kalma bar bar padta hoon

Dil ki es diwar par tera naam likhta hoo

tu jo kehde khuda se

Tu jo keh de to khuda se bhi, lad jaye hum

Teri khushi ke liye marna pade, mar jaye hum

desh bhakti geet

सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में ह

You Are My Sunshine

You brought me sunshine

when I only saw rain.

You brought me laughter

whe

MAALUM KYA KISI KO

उतरा तेरे किनारे जब कारवां हमारा ॥

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My World..

Love. Is that what I crave?

If it is, then why can't I find it?

Hate. Does that m

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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