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

Other poetry

Live In The Now

Look not back on yesterday

or what you have left behind.

For only today is yours

KUCHH LOG JADA JANTE HAI

कुछ लोग जो ज़्यादा जानते हैं, इन्सान �

YADGARI KE LAMHE

जिंदगी के बहुमूल्य पल बन जाते हैं, लम�

My Friend On Your Birthday

Dear friend, let me say

something on this special day

Though we are far apart,

PATHAR DIL

KHO GAYI HAI MANJILE, MIT GAY HAI SARE RASTE

SIRF GARDISH HI GARDISH,AB HAI MERE VASTE,

Give Back My Glove
I did not kill my lovely wife.
I did not slash her with a knife.

I did not bonk her on t

Chandni raaton mein jab

Chaandni Raaton Mein Jab Tu Dekhegi Us Chaand Ko Tab....

Hum Uss Chaand Se Tujhe, Tujh Ko

EK ITIHAAS BAN JATE HAI

मोम की मानिंद, कैसे पिघल-पिघल जाते है�

Tum chalo dagar pe,

Insan ki dagar par batcho ke,

Yr desh hai tumhara neta to tum ho kal ke,

Duniyan

karne lage hai hum khud se pyar

Zindagi ne, is kaddar, kiya hai,  bas vaar

Bina koi,  churee,  ya koi,&nbs