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

I Hate This Feeling

 

I hate this feeling of being so lonely,

Without someone around who underst

zindgi ko ji lo achhese

kabhi kabhi kuchh cheezein  Apne man 

ki bhi kar le ni chahiye

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CINDY WILLIAMS GUTIÉRREZ

Lessons Taught

Sit up straight, speak with grace

Be a lady, fashionably late.

Always walk tall,

My Friend Hope

I have an invisible friend

Who guides me through dark and pain.

She always tells

To You I Promise

My love for you is unconditional and enduring.

To you, I promise to always be reassuring.

KYA DOGE TUM IJAZAT HAME

KYA DOGE TUM IJAZAT HME APNE PASS

 AANE KI..... KYA MILEGI MOHLAT 

WAQT

Desh Hame Deta Hain Sab Kuchh
Desh hame deta hai sab kuchh
Hum bhi to kuchh dena sikhen
Suraj hame roshni deta
Hawa

Life Is All About Symphony

To live content with small means;

to seek elegance rather than luxury,

and refine

Cigarette peene wala

Daru aur Cigarette peenewala insaan

kabhi matlabi

nahi hota...

Jise apni