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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tease each other with

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throughout the day;

Bhuka Boyfriend

 

अजब सी हालत है तेरे जाने के बाद,

TUMHARI MUSKAN HO MERA JIWAN

जिस क्षण तुम मुझे स्वयं से अलग करो,

hum kuchh kar ke dikhaynge

kas li hai kamar ab to kuchh kar ke dikhaynge

aazad hi ho lenge,yaa sar hi kaat denge