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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ALFAZON KI KAMI

रात की इस ख़ामोशी में

इस कलम की सरगो

BOLE SUBHASH JI

दमकी उनकी रक्तिम काया!

आजानु-बाहु �

ab dost bahut yaad ate hai

मैं यादों का पिटारा खोलू तो, कुछ दोस्�

BHOOL MAT JANA

Kabhi kisi se ho larna,

To mujhe Disturb Mat karna,

Kisi shadi Mein Jana ho,

JAB AKELA HOTA HUN

Jab akela hota hoon, rula jaati hain unki yaaedin.

Fir wohi beeti baatein yaad dila jaati

mehboob ki aankhe roti hui

I'm Sorry For Hurting You

I'm sorry for hurting you, like the way I do

I'm sorry for the hurtful things I always sa

A Time To Talk

When a friend calls to me from the road

And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,

nafrat kabhi bhi mat karna

Nafrat Kabhi Na Karna Hum Se,

Ye hum Kabi na Seh Payein Gey,

Ek bar keh Dena hums

prand ke saman hai

घोर अंधकार हो,

चल रही बयार हो,

आज