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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You - When you are sad

When you are sad,
and you feel you can't go on.
Tears well in your eyes
and the pa

kya pata hai tumhen

Kya pta hai tujhe?

ki mere jajbaato ka alfaaj tu hai,

mere hontho par bikhari mus

AANKHEN NAAM LETI HAI

Junbaan se Naam Lete hi,

Aankhon se aansu Chalak Jaate hai...

Kabhi Hazaro baatei

ZIKR TERI OR MERI BATON KE

Zikr tera meri baaton me hone laga hai, 

Tera har khwaab aankhon me rehne laga hai,<

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Time is like the wind,

Slow and smooth.

Time can change swiftly,

Fast and

AANKHON ME NAZAR AATA HAI

तेरी आँखों में नज़र आता है स्वप्न मेरा

BEWAJAH HUM MOHABBAT KARTE THE

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Kabhi they ruh mein shamil aaj unk

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There's beauty in the struggle,

There's feeling in pain.

For every painstaking mi

aalok kare jan bharat

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CINDY WILLIAMS GUTIÉRREZ