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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isi pal ke liye

Khokar apne aap ko Kya Koi door jaa paya hai,

Jhuthe naam ke khatir khud ko bhulaya hai

If You Think

If you think you can reach the sky,

Why don't you flap your wings to fly?

Always

Journey Of Life

Life is a long-distance journey

With ups and downs,

Twist and turns,

With

dhokha de gaya wo mujhe

eak muskaan apne naam kar gaya wo 

khushiyo kaa eak jaam kar gaya wo

baaten

MUJHE NA BASANT BHATA HAI

मुझे न बसंत भाता है, 

 

न ही बह

CINDY WILLIAMS GUTIÉRREZ

The Life Of A Cupcake

They put me in the oven to bake.

Me, a deprived and miserable cake.

Feeling the h

mujhe kya fikar

उलझनों और कश्मकश में उम्मीद की ढाल लि

Forgiveness Is Precious

Some people view forgiveness,

As a virtue for the weak.

An act of Mercy undeserve

TUM SE MILNE AAYI HUN

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