i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
The animal I really dig, Above all others is the pig.
Last night, when I was listenin’
Alone, to wind and rain,
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
Well, son, I'll tell you: Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
Did you hear about the rose that grew
from a crack in the concrete?
All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players;
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
Because of you, in gardens of blossoming
Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
Softly and humbly to the Gulf of Arabs The convoys of dead sailors come;
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream! —
If I could write words
Like leaves on an autumn forest floor,
There's a polar bear In our Frigidaire--
Chalti Chakki Dekh Kar, Diya Kabira Roye Dui Paatan Ke Beech Mein,Sabit Bacha Na
by Kabir
53 lines, 25 comments
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
And then the day came,
when the risk
if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak.
Here I love you.
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
Bah, bah, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
may i feel said he
(i'll squeal said she
There's a famous seaside place called Blackpool,
That's noted for fresh air and fun,
Had he and I but met
By some old ancient inn,
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
When I love
I feel that I am the king of time
The love of field and coppice Of green and shaded lanes,
Sinhasan hil uthey raajvanshon ney bhrukuti tani thi,
budhey Bharat mein aayee phir se nayi jawani thi,
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
I guess you think you know this story. You don't. The real one's much more gory.
There must be a wound!
No one can be this hurt
Fifteen men on the Dead Man's Chest— Drink and the devil had done for the rest—
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
In England once there lived a big
A wonderfully clever pig.
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