On the Idle Hill of Summer

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

On the idle hill of summer,
Sleepy with the flow of streams,
Far I hear the steady drummer
Drumming like a noise in dreams.

Far and near and low and louder
On the roads of earth go by,
Dear to friends and food for powder,
Soldiers marching, all to die.

East and west on fields forgotten
Bleach the bones of comrades slain,
Lovely lads and dead and rotten;
None that go return again.

Far the calling bugles hollo,
High the screaming fife replies,
Gay the files of scarlet follow:
Woman bore me, I will rise.

-A. E. Housman (1859–1936)

Other poetry

Har aansu mera ek shola hai

Dard apne dil ka humne

Ek arse ke bad khola hai

Bas bat ye alag hai

Ke da

Pain Of A Broken Heart

Tears of blood fall from my broken heart.

I never thought we would be apart.

When

humara bachpan

Wo bachapan achha tha

Ye jawaani haar gai School k din ache the

Ye college ki eng

A New Beginning
Something happened to me when our relationship died,
Something happened to me right when we said

mulakat dhundta rehta hun

बातों से जिसकी टीस सी होती है उसी से रà

Descending Trousers

Oh, dear,

Oh, my gosh,

I hope that no one saw,

I wish that I could laugh,

Love Love
When I look back at times

I find you winking at me
making something stir inside

You

Nadi (hindi)
Nadi ban, bahoon mein mast
athkheliyan khaon parvat ke samast
chanchal man, yowan tan,
idh

Keeping The Promises

Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?

The promise to be there for

A Dieter's Desire

Oh my soul, be thou quiet

This is not 'another diet'

Just a program of exchange