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

zindagi koi ghulam nahi

जिंदगी गुलामी में नहीं, आजादी से जियो

First Love
I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet.
Her face it bloomed like

Self Created

True inner joy is self – created.
It does not depend on outer circumstances.
A ri

nadiyon se dhanwan

वेदों के मंत्रों से गुंजित स्वर जिसक�

doston dekho insaan kahan se kahan ja raha hai

अपने दोस्त को जो उधार दे वो मूर्ख कहल�

BAYAAN KARTE MERI TISHNAGI

Raaz-o-niyaaz jo thi meri zindagi

Tere alwida se hue alhe-e-kalam

Ishq ke sukhan

A Dream Girl
You will come one day in a waver of love,
Tender as dew, impetuous as rain,
The tan of the sun

BALIDAAN TUMHEN KARNA HOGA

वह खून कहो किस मतलब का

जिसमें उबाल

NA RAAT DEKHI NA DIN

चाँद को भी हमने तुम्हारे लिए सजाया है

TUMHARI MUSKAN HO MERA JIWAN

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