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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Whosever room this is should be ashamed!

His underwear is hanging on the lamp.

Hi

ISHQ BEWAJAH

HA US VAKTT ME TERA THA 

JAB TAK TU MERA THA 

VO PAL VO RAATE VO YAADHE