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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When you needed me I was there for you

I let you cry on me

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RAB SE APNE TERI KHUSHI MANGI HAI.....

RAB SE APNE TERI KHUSHI MANGI HAI.....

BASS MILE WHO JAMANA JO 

TUMNE CHAHA

MEET KARAYE NAHI JATE

Woh suhane lamhe ab bhulaye nahi jate

Yaado k parinde yu hi udaaye nahi jate

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