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

Shahjhan Ki Mumtaj

उसकी आँखे जैसी एक राज़ हो

 

उसक�

EKTHALIME KHANA KHAY

Main Muslim Hoon, Tu Hindu Hai, Hain Dono Insaan,

Laa Main Teri Geeta Parh Lun, Tu Parh L

muskurate raho

Tum Sada Muskurate Raho Yeh Tamanna Hai Humari,
KHET KE PAAR

तनाव से झुर्रियां पड़ी कोरों की दरार

IS DHARTI KE TYOHAR

अलबेलों की इस धरती के त्योहार भी हैं �

Kuch baten hum se

Kuch Baatein Hum Se Suna Karo,

Kuch Baatein Hum Se Kiya Karo,

 

Mujh

The Arrow And The Song

I shot an arrow into the air,

It fell to earth, I knew not where;

For, so swiftly

The Glass Eye

The joke was very funny

She laughed a lot of tears

When suddenly her eye fell out

Simple, It's Just Life

We've all been through thick.

We've all been through thin.

We've all been to the

desh bhakti

देश लूटने की खातिर पग-पग पर दुश्मन बै�