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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)

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unn shabdon mein lipti
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My dog has a special twist,

She can't go a day unkissed.

 

She's not

Yara Mera Desh

 

यारा प्यारा मेरा देश,

सजा –

YE MATWALI ZINDAGI

आज रात दुख वाली है तो कल दिवाली है,

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The people upstairs all practice ballet

Their living room is a bowling alley

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One night on the Net I was looking around
I found a chat room with people abound

My Friend, You Know How Precious You Are To Me

Did I tell you I love you?

Did I tell you I care?

Did I tell you I'm happy

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ZIKR TERI OR MERI BATON KE

Zikr tera meri baaton me hone laga hai, 

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