When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful 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.
hume akele chodne ka irada kun
दोस्ती का वादा किया था।,साथ निभाने का
Walking in the shadow of fear,
drowning endlessly by a single tear,
running along
A Dream within a Dream
Take this kiss upon thy brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You ar
A Valentine to My Wife
Accept, dear girl, this little token,
And if between the lines you seek,
You'll find the
Taking a romantic ride today,
We sat upon the wagon.
Suddenly the horse lifted hi
