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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Together we would laugh, together we would cry,

With each other, we'd never be shy.

Apna kisi or ko bana na sake

Pata na chala wp kab kisi or ka naseeb hone lage

Ek pal me unhone hamein bhula diya

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In all the world there is

 

no heart for me like yours.

 

A Freind Like You

A friend like you is always there

A friend like you is like a dream

A friend like

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When Spring in sunny woodland lay,
And gilded buds were sparely set
On oak tree and the thor

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I hate this feeling of being so lonely,

Without someone around who underst

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I could fill the oceans with the tears I've cried

Or cover the entire earth with blankets

utho dhara ke amar

If I would Never Met You

 

If I'd never met you,

I wouldn't feel the pain

Of losing your swee