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,
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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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EK ITIHAAS BAN JATE HAI

मोम की मानिंद, कैसे पिघल-पिघल जाते है

Joy Of Having A Friend

Sharing sorrows, sharing needs,

Sharing happiness, exchanging deeds.

These are th

kun rahoon

Gati prabal pairon mein bhari

Phir kyun rahoon dar dar khada

Jab aaj mere saamne,

TIMES OF GRIEF
A day it came, a day it went
Pain and cry, all left in grief
Scar it made, it hides behind

WO YAAD ATE HAI DIL MEIN

Woh yaad aaye bhulate bhulate,

dil ke zakham ubhar aaye chhupate chhupate,

sikhay

TUM LOT KAR MAT JANA

तुम आओ तो

इस बार लौट कर मत जाना।

The Most Horrible Treat

It seemed like a good idea at the time,

But looking back now I cringe just a little.

In Jesus I Abide

No matter what happens in my life,

Sorrow or joy, rain or shine,

Whatever befalls

For A Friend Who Helped Me

A person who will listen and not condemn,

Someone on whom you can depend.

They wi

Giving Friend

 

We share so much of our lives

Our joy and also our pain.

Without y

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