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

Aankho hi aankhon mein

Aankho hi aankhon mein Baatein isharon mein

Tumne jo mujhse kahi hai Aisa kyu lagta hai

I love you

I love you when you are laughing

I love you when you are sad

I love you when you

NEEND UD GAYI PATA HI NA CHALA

जिंदगी की आपाधापी में कब हमारी उम्र न

Is It Enough

 

When we converse, it's just surface stuff;

We say some words, but is it en

My Weakness

Until I met you my heart stood still

Like the moon and the sun

Their love is true

A Friend
A person who will listen and not condemn
Someone on whom you can depend
They will not flee whe

Par bolo toote pyaalon par

Jeevan mein madhu ka pyaala tha

 

Tumne tan man mein daala tha

 

VO BHARAT DESH HAI MERA

जहाँ डाल-डाल पर सोने की चिड़िया करती �

The People Upstairs

The people upstairs all practice ballet

Their living room is a bowling alley

Thei

Tinkle little Car

Tinkle, Tinkle little car

How I wonder what you are.

 

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