By Bahadur Shah Zafar Read – Urdu / Hindi lagtā nahīñ hai dil mirā ujḌe dayār meñkis kī banī hai ālam-e-nā-pā.edār meñ in hasratoñ se …
Bird
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The Rose Upon My Balcony
You ask me why her breath is sweet, and why her cheek is blooming,
It is because the sun is out and birds begin to sing…
Trees
By Joyce Kilmer I think that I shall never seeA poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prestAgainst the earth’s sweet …
The Darkling Thrush
By Thomas Hardy I leant upon a coppice gateWhen Frost was spectre-grey,And Winter’s dregs made desolateThe weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the …