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

AYE WATAN AYE WATAN

Jalte bhi gaye, kehte bhi gaye

Aazadi ke parwaane

Jeena to usi ka jeena hai

parwah nahi kuch dam ki

कस ली है कमर अब तो, कुछ करके दिखाएंगे,

DOSTI KA RISHTA

कहते हैं कि दोस्ती का रिश्ता,

बडाह�

Climb Every Mountain

Everyone's got a big mountain to climb,

All those with an incurable illness.

Each

hamari easi kismat kahan

ऐसी कहाँ मेरी किस्मत कि आपका प्यार हम

My True Love

I have a feeling

That I can't comprehend

In my deepest thoughts, you are

New Love True Love

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"

Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<

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

aalok kare jan bharat

नव-जीवन का वैभव जाग्रत हो जनगण में,

I still Love You

In all the world there is

 

no heart for me like yours.