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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agar tum hame milte to kya tumhe ehsas hota

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

Womens In My Life

I was born,
a woman was there to hold me.......... my mother

I grew as a child

Feelings Of Love

It's an unexplained feeling that we all hope to find

That wonderful feeling that seems to

dil lagana asaan hai

Pyar Karna Aasan Hota Hai,

Pyar Nibhana NahiAasu Bahana Aasan Hota Hai, 

Gam

Sorry
I'm sorry friend
I don't know what to do
I try so hard
to be a better person to you

three frog baby

Three baby frogs grandma said not to bother
nafrat kabhi bhi mat karna

Nafrat Kabhi Na Karna Hum Se,

Ye hum Kabi na Seh Payein Gey,

Ek bar keh Dena hums

Listen To Mum

I remember when I was small and cool,

I was always playing truant from school.

My

A Voice Behind

When into sorrow, my poor soul sinks

When a sound of despair in my heart rings

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