Season of Love


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

When Spring in sunny woodland lay,
And gilded buds were sparely set
On oak tree and the thorny may,
I gave my love a violet.
"O Love," she said, and kissed my mouth
With one light, tender maiden kiss,
"There are no rich blooms in the south
So fair to me as this!"When Summer reared her haughty crest,
We paused beneath the ruddy stars;
I placed a rose upon her breast,
Plucked from the modest casement bars.
"O Love," she said, and kissed my mouth--
Heart, heart, rememb'rest thou the bliss?--
"In east or west, in north or south,
I know no rose but this!"When Autumn raised the purple fruit
In clusters to his bearded lips,
I laid a heartsease on the lute
That sang beneath her finger-tips.
"O Love," she said--and fair her eyes
Smiled thro' the dusk upon the lea--
"No heartsease glows beneath the skies
But this thou givest me!"When Winter wept at shaking doors,
And holly trimmed his ermine vest,
And wild winds maddened on the moors,
I laid a flower upon her breast.
"Dear Heart," I whispered to the clay,
Which stilly smiled yet answered not,
"Bear thou to Heaven itself away
True love's Forget-me-not!"

-Isabella Valancy Crawford

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MAN SE SWIKAR

एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )

Changing The Past

The past is the past for a reason.

That is where it is supposed to stay,

But some

Watan Ke Liye Apni Parwah Mat Kar

 

Hawaaon Se Lehrna Hai Toh

Faisle Ka Intzaar Mat Kar

Watan Ki Aabro

MA ME TERI AARTI UTAR LUN

कर गयी पैदा तुझे उस कोख का एहसान है

Today I Am Afraid
Today I felt lost
I couldn't find Your hand.
I felt so Alone,
I just don't Understand.
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MUSKURANE KI WAJHA

Humare Muskurane ki Wajah Tum Ho,

Hamare Zindagi ka Matlab Tum Ho,

Agar Chor Diya

ZINDAGI SULAJH GAYI

Haathon mei kalam aur kitaab liye

Khaayalon ko nazam banate hue

Zindagi sulajh ga

Listen To Mum

I remember when I was small and cool,

I was always playing truant from school.

My

I Love You Well

I wish not to love you much,

Only to love you well.

Much is but a quantity,

CINDY WILLIAMS GUTIÉRREZ

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