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

Friend, whose smile has come to be
Very precious unto me,
Though I know I drank not first
Of your love’s bright fountain-burst,
Yet I grieve not for the past,
So you only love me last!Other souls may find their joy
In the blind love of a boy:
Give me that which years have tried,
Disciplined and purified,—
Such as, braving sun and blast,
You will bring to me at last!There are brows more fair than mine,
Eyes of more bewitching shine,
Other hearts more fit, in truth,
For the passion of your youth;
But, their transient empire past,
You will surely love me last!Wing away your summer-time,
Find a love in every clime,
Roam in liberty and light,—
I shall never stay your flight,
For I know, when all is past
You will come to me at last!
-Elizabeth (Akers) Allen (1832-1911)

Other poetry

Live, Love, Laugh

Live, love, laugh,

play, fight, cry.

Time seems short when it's just you and I,

Don't Give Up
We wait for what we long for
We long for what we need
Impatience and Anxiety
Give root to e

Never Give Up

Never give up,

Never give in.

Move onward and upward with strength from within.

How It Used To Be

I saw her during recess

And then again at lunch

I kinda liked to tease her

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ZIKR TERI OR MERI BATON KE

Zikr tera meri baaton me hone laga hai, 

Tera har khwaab aankhon me rehne laga hai,<

24th year
Merely a boy 24 years old,
Mysteries of life, stories untold.

24 summers made me grow,

EK PAL OR HOTAY

Kaash Mere Paas Kuch Pal To Aur Hota...

Aaj Tujhe Yaad Kar Main Yun Naa Rota...

I

Could You Be The One?

It feels good to be in your arms,

to feel the warmth of your touch.

I love to loo

A Song of Love
Hey, rose, just born
Twin to a thorn;
Was't so with you, O Love and Scorn?Sweet eyes that smil

Here For You My Friend

The past you cannot forget or undo

The future is all we can look forward to.

&nbs