When You Are Old

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

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

-W. B. Yeats

Other poetry

YAAD ME TERI YAARA

Dard apne dil ka humne

Ek arse ke bad khola hai

Bas bat ye alag hai

Ke da

Ek itihaas

कभी कलम के फूल, बन अंगार ढह जाते हैं, ल�

I Ain't Been to School
I ain’t been to school,
not never before.
That’s all changin’ now
as I run thr

ZINDGI ME UJALA

हर मोड़ पर काटे बिझे है

हर कदम संभा

Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?

If he is ready to date

I have no chance

I would already be too late

For t

humara bachpan

Wo bachapan achha tha

Ye jawaani haar gai School k din ache the

Ye college ki eng

ZINDAGI BHI KYA ZINDAGI HAI

woh zindagi bhi kya zindagi hogi

jisme zindagi hi naa **

koi gam nhi

aur

The Perfect Friend

A friend is someone we turn to

when our spirits need a lift,

A friend is someone

Tere pyar mein

Tere pyar mein khudko aisa khoya,

Na Din Mein Soya Na Raat mein Roya,

Ab To unki

Your Wounds

Time doesn’t heal wounds

to make you forget.

 

It doesn’