A Valentine to My Wife

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

Accept, dear girl, this little token,
And if between the lines you seek,
You'll find the love I've often spoken—
The love my dying lips shall speak.

Our little ones are making merry
O'er am'rous ditties rhymed in jest,
But in these words (though awkward—very)
The genuine article's expressed.

You are as fair and sweet and tender,
Dear brown-eyed little sweetheart mine,
As when, a callow youth and slender,
I asked to be your Valentine.

What though these years of ours be fleeting?
What though the years of youth be flown?
I'll mock old Tempus with repeating,
"I love my love and her alone!"

And when I fall before his reaping,
And when my stuttering speech is dumb,
Think not my love is dead or sleeping,
But that it waits for you to come.

So take, dear love, this little token,
And if there speaks in any line
The sentiment I'd fain have spoken,
Say, will you kiss your Valentine?
-Eugene Field

Other poetry

I Tucked You Inside My Heart

I have a feeling deep in my heart.

It feels like the fire of a flame.

It feels of

NAA CHAHAT KA KOI NAAM HOTA HAI.....

NAA CHAHAT KA KOI NAAM HOTA HAI..... 

NAA USKA KOI PATA HOTA HAI.......

BADA

Young Love

You say you love me

you say you care

But when you look into my eyes

I see

maa ka bana hua khana

Maa ke hath se bane hue tiffin ko hum ab bhi nahin bhul paate hain 

“Maa teri

Without Her
What of her glass without her? The blank grey
There where the pool is blind of the moon’s face.

EK ITIHAAS BAN JATE HAI

मोम की मानिंद, कैसे पिघल-पिघल जाते हैà¤

A tribute to school lyf:

"Ek muddat ke baad milne wali thi kaid se Azadi,
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jab jawan hui muhabbat...

Jab Pas Tha To Paany Ki Aarzoo Na Thi

Jab Jaa Raha Hai Door To Muhabbat Hui Jawan...

BHULE MAANAS KO DILATE NETA

गली गली में बजते देखे आज़ादी के गीत रे |

Now We Are Six

When I was One,

I had just begun.

When I was Two,

I was nearly new.