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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

saikil ke pahiy fir se ghumay

चलो फिर से बच्चे बन जाते हैं

लौट कर

banta mitta hua me

किशमिश सी जलती मस्तियाँ लपट- झपट उठता

Love Struck Smiles

Silly love-struck smiles

There's only one true style

Clueless and happy

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Still I Love You!!

I cannot give you riches
A mansion or a car
I cannot reach the heaven
To bring you

desh ki mitti

देश की माटी देश का जल

हवा देश की दे�

KAHIN YE MERI ZINDAGI TO NAHI

इन अंधेरों में मुझे एक रौशनी सी दिखती

Lady In My Life

Her long black hair blowing in the wind

I slowly kiss her soft black skin

The way

mohobat me mene intzar kiya

tere ehsaas se mohobat ki hai 

tere libaas se mohobat ki hai

tu mere pass na

Helen Keller

 

मैं कभी-कभार  ही अपनी कमियों क�

No Tears
Under the blue skies of her native land
She languished and began to fade...
Until surely there