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

mohobat me mene intzar kiya

tere ehsaas se mohobat ki hai 

tere libaas se mohobat ki hai

tu mere pass na

Befikri ho chali

बेफिक्र हो चली थी ज्योंही तुम्हारा क�

A Lover's Poem

I never knew love until I found you.

Always thought it was a myth until you showed me it

Geetanjali

 

Where the mind is without fear

and the head is held high;

Where kn

khoobsurat dosti ka rishta

कहते हैं कि दोस्ती का रिश्ता,
Dar Kar Nahi Rehna Hain

 

कस ली है कमर अब तो, कुछ करके दिखा�

Beautiful Dreamer
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the r

Sometimes In Life

The world just sometimes feels like

I don't fit and don't belong,

And even when I

What's Love ?

What is love?

Love is a dangerous thing,

But once you find the one,

It al

It's Better Goodbye

I feel so heavy, really tired of what

I'm carrying right now.

I wanted to howl an