A Time to Talk
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16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by
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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,
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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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TUMHARI HAR EK BAAT NIRALI
Tum ho ek anmol angoothi
Ya phir uska koi nageena
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He'll Never Know
I want to run, I want to hide
From all the pain he caused inside.
I want to screa
SACH HO YA NA HO
साथ हमारा हो ना हो,लेकिन मिलना तो बस म
Love On Reserve
We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handle
CHUN CHUN KAR
मैं जिसमें चुन -चुन कर कदम रखती हूँ,
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To My Dear and Loving Husband
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee;
If ever wif
Mera Pyara Desh
Pyara pyara mera desh,
saja-sanwaara mera desh.
Duniya jis par garv kare--
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hum dono hamesha dost rahenge
हर सुख दुःख में, साथ साथ जीया करते थे।<
KISI OR KO UDHAR DIYA TUMNE
छुप छुप के जो तरसाया था
देखा होगा र
Wishes Don't Come True
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
