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

Aapse Itni Door Hokar Bhi

 

Aapse itni door hone ke bawjud

Hum to aapko har roz dekha karte hai

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After The Party

It's getting late, I must go

I had a beer where did it go

I had to pee. I know it

YE DIL MERA TUJH PAR

दिल के इस दर्द को क्या अंजाम दूँ

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Shadow Of Life

Walking in the shadow of fear,

drowning endlessly by a single tear,

running along

VIDHYALAY ME SABHA

विद्यालय में सभा की समाप्ति पर,

गु�

My Brother Can Eat

My brother can eat.

Hide your fruits,

Hide your snacks,

Hide all your tre

A Time To Talk

When a friend calls to me from the road

And slows his horse to a meaning walk,

I

Idle Dream

In idle dreams of long ago,

I imagined my true love;

A perfect match, a soulmate,

DESH TABHI BNTA HAI

अलग अलग गलियों कुचों में लोग कोन गिनत

I'll Be There

I'll be there for you no matter what.

I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba