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

DOSTI WO HAI

Dosti Wo Nahi Hoti Jo Jaan Deti Hai,
CINDY WILLIAMS GUTIÉRREZ

MERE DESH KO JAGRAT BANAO

“मन जहां डर से परे है

और सिर जहां �

ME TERI NA BANOO TO KEHNA

मैं मोहब्बत हूँ मोहब्बत करके देख,

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He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and

khoobsurat dosti ka rishta

कहते हैं कि दोस्ती का रिश्ता,
WO YAAD ATE HAI DIL MEIN

Woh yaad aaye bhulate bhulate,

dil ke zakham ubhar aaye chhupate chhupate,

sikhay

JIWAN KA WO MARG

मैं जब तेरे बारे में सोचती हूँ ,

फि�

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