Under the Harvest Moon

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

Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over garden nights,
Death, the gray mocker,
Comes and whispers to you
As a beautiful friend
Who remembers.Under the summer roses
When the flagrant crimson
Lurks in the dusk
Of the wild red leaves,
Love, with little hands,
Comes and touches you
With a thousand memories,
And asks you
Beautiful, unanswerable questions.

-Carl Sandburg

Other poetry

You Will Never See Me Fall

You may see me struggle,

but you won't see me fall.

Regardless if I'm weak or not

NA RAAT DEKHI NA DIN

चाँद को भी हमने तुम्हारे लिए सजाया है

kya kami reh gayi

Dubkiyan sindhu mein gota khor lagaata hai

 

ja ja kar khaali haath laut aat

The Glass Eye

The joke was very funny

She laughed a lot of tears

When suddenly her eye fell out

God's Gift To Me

You are my sunshine.

You are my shining star.

Everything I'm not,

You are

We Have Been Friends Together
We have been friends together,
In sunshine and in shade;
Since first beneath the chestnut-tree

mera sacha sathi

कहीं देखा हैं तुमने उसे
Tears Of Love

Tears of pain run down my cheek,

wishing I was able to hold the one I seek.

Tears

I Love You My Love

I love how we

tease each other with

tantalizing words

throughout the day;

aitbaar kar mujhpe

Aitabar kar mujhpe bedard nahi hu main…

Teri is kiyaban ka bawar nahi hu Main&hell