She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's call;
But he came instead with a stealthy tread,
Which she did not hear at all.
She had thought how his armor would blaze in the sun,
As he rode like a prince to claim his bride:
In the sweet dim light of the falling night
She found him at her side.
She had dreamed how the gaze of his strange, bold eye
Would wake her heart to a sudden glow:
She found in his face the familiar grace
Of a friend she used to know.
She had dreamed how his coming would stir her soul,
As the ocean is stirred by the wild storm's strife:
He brought her the balm of a heavenly calm,
And a peace which crowned her life.
नन्ही सी आंखें और मुड़ी हुई उंगलियां
I live in most, if not all, children.
Many teenagers neglect me, and usually, all adults
I know there's something great in me,
Something I struggle to find.
The days and
तबसे अब में खूब,मचा विकास का जनादेश !
Zindagi kabhi hasati hai, kabhi rulati hai,
Kabhi khushi deti hai, kabhi gam de jaati hai
