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

Soul Mates?

Whatever happened to us when did we end?

How long ago did I consider you a friend?

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TUMHARI MUSKAN HO MERA JIWAN

जिस क्षण तुम मुझे स्वयं से अलग करो,

Very Special Friends

We didn't grow up together.

We didn't start as friends.

When we first got togethe

Chai-Chai

रेलवे स्टेशन पर एक चाय वाले ने सुन्दर

Meri baaton mein tu

Meri baaton mein tu,Maine manga jise

Wo dua tu hi tu,Aankhon hi aankhon mein

Baat

Our Love Is True

In the night

I hear your voice,

but try to fight

to keep my noise.

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Meri Priya ki ankhen kahin se nahi

मेरी प्रिया की आँखें कहीं से नहीं है �

HAMNE GALE LAGAYA SUB KO

बहती जहाँ ज्ञान की धारावो भारत हमें ज

salamat rahe hamari dosti

Salamat rahe dosti ye hamari

Yu hi ekta ho dua hai hamari

Teri mushkilein mujhe m

HAR PAL LARTA HAI

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