To Harriet

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

Whose is the love that, gleaming through the world,
Wards off the poisonous arrow of its scorn?
Whose is the warm and partial praise,
Virtue's most sweet reward?

Beneath whose looks did my reviving soul
Riper in truth and virtuous daring grow?
Whose eyes have I gazed fondly on,
And loved mankind the more?

Harriet! on thine:—thou wert my purer mind;
Thou wert the inspiration of my song;
Thine are these early wilding flowers,
Though garlanded by me.

Then press into thy breast this pledge of love;
And know, though time may change and years may roll,
Each floweret gathered in my heart
It consecrates to thine.

-Percy Bysshe Shelley

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King For A Day

I'm resting here quite regally,

The feature of the table.

Surrounded by potatoes

MERI KALAM OR DAWAAT

ये कैसे अद्भूत मोती अल्फाजों के अ माल

What I Love About You

The sparkle in your eye,

The warmth of your skin,

Your breath on my neck

MUJHE NAHI PATA

Mujhe Nahi Pata Ki Main Uski
Giving Friend

 

We share so much of our lives

Our joy and also our pain.

Without y

NEEND UD GAYI PATA HI NA CHALA

जिंदगी की आपाधापी में कब हमारी उम्र न

TUMHARI HAR EK BAAT NIRALI

Tum ho ek anmol angoothi

 

Ya phir uska koi nageena

 

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King For A Day

I'm resting here quite regally,

The feature of the table.

Surrounded by potatoes

hamari yaad ati hai

wo zindgi hi kya jisme mohobbat na ho.

wo mobbat hi kya jisme yaaden na ho 

Tomorrow's Unrevealed Blessings

Never judge the situation by the appearance

But by the Creator, who has your best interes