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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Najre jhukake, sharma ke Hritik ki

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I love how we

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throughout the day;

My Weakness

Until I met you my heart stood still

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Their love is true

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You were like the sun who brought light

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A tribute to school lyf:


"Ek muddat ke baad milne wali thi kaid se Azadi,
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Two Beers...

Larry came into my bar

Every day to drink two beers.

"My brother’s death; o

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