By William Butler Yeats The trees are in their autumn beauty,The woodland paths are dry,Under the October twilight the waterMirrors […]
By Emily Dickinson The Trees like Tassels hit – and – swung –There seemed to rise a TuneFrom Miniature CreaturesAccompanying […]
The best poets wait for words.
The hunt is not an exercise of will
But patient love relaxing on a hill …
How many stars would you give it?
How many stars would you give it?
‘Aata hai yaad mujhko guzra hua zamana / woh baagh ki baharen woh sab ka chahchana / aazadiyan kahan woh ab apne ghonsle ki’
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