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)

Other poetry

A Kind-Hearted Angel Friend

Your kindness has been blessed to me

From the stars above.

Your words all fill my

Your Wounds

Time doesn’t heal wounds

to make you forget.

 

It doesn’

My Brother Can Eat

My brother can eat.

Hide your fruits,

Hide your snacks,

Hide all your tre

UMAR BHAR NIBHANE KA

 

ये तो फ़र्ज है उम्र भर निभाने का

Sweet Birthday To You My Love

A wish for lots of birthday fun

To last until the day is done.

Hoping that all yo

Meri khwahishon ka daayra

Kya Karu Ke Meri Khwahishon Ka Daayra Bahut Chota Hai,

Tumhi Se Shuru Hota Hai, Tum Par

In Search Of
In search of truth
In search of light
In search of good
In search of right

Now if yo

KHUL GAYI HO JAISE KISMAT

कैसी उठी है दिल में, शरारत नई-नई…२

Hope Behind The Shadows Of Pain
In some others pretty eyes
There's a great painful disguise
Disguise that dressed their lonely

hamara desh khush nasib

खुशनसीब होते हैं वो लोग….!! जो इस देश