I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn’t a-been so cold
I might’ve sunk and died.

But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!

I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.

I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn’t a-been so high
I might’ve jumped and died.

But it was High up there! It was high!

So since I’m still here livin’,
I guess I will live on.
I could’ve died for love–
But for livin’ I was born

Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry–
I’ll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die-

(Langston Hughes)

ENOUGHHHHHHHH !

By Sara Teasedale

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Hmain ayk dosrey kay dukh bantney chahye …

Kisi ko hunsta dekho tu usae Dua saza dou….

Har kisi pe bharosa matt karo….

Muhabbat mae dagha wafa matt karo…..

Apni ghaltion ki saza dosron ko matt dou….

Kisi ka ghar jla kay apna aashiana matt bnao…..

Muhabbat dou dilon jismon ka milna hae…

Kisi ko dukh dou gae tu khud huns naa pao gae….

WOH aysa kesay ho  sakta hae….

Woh myrey paas nahi tu kisi aur k paas bhi nahi ho sakta hae.

Myri zindgi wo hae aur mae uss ki hon nahi.

Zindgi uss kay bghair nahi guzar sakti hae.

Zindgi uss kay bghair nahi guzar sakti hae.

Zindgi uss kay bghair nahi guzar sakti hae.

Zindgi uss kay bghair nahi guzar sakti hae.

Suno! Sab samjh gye hon bus sawaye es aakhri baat kay   

( Kuch tum se batain , tumharey bghair)

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Myra Dil ?
Haan tha..
Ub bhi hae???

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Konsa sach?
Bheegay hont ya
Geeli ankhain??

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Zindgi??
Wo jis ki chah thi??
Ya jis ki chah nahi???

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Tum karo tu
Muhabbat ! ! !
Mujh ko jo ho jaye tu???

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Dil ki kharedari ???
Adhori Muhabbat
Mukamal Dukh !!!

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Myrey labon pe geet?
Mgr kesay?
Jub tum nahi ho meeet !

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(Nayni)

“CORPORAL GREEN!” the Orderly cried;
“Here!” was the answer loud and clear,
From the lips of a soldier who stood near,—
And “Here!” was the word the next replied.

“Cyrus Drew!”—then a silence fell;
This time no answer followed the call;
Only his rear-man had seen him fall:
Killed or wounded—he could not tell.

There they stood in the failing light,
These men of battle, with grave, dark looks,
As plain to be read as open books,
While slowly gathered the shades of night.

The fern on the hillsides was splashed with blood,
And down in the corn, where the poppies grew,
Were redder stains than the poppies knew,
And crimson-dyed was the river’s flood.

For the foe had crossed from the other side,
That day, in the face of a murderous fire
That swept them down in its terrible ire;
And their life-blood went to color the tide.

“Herbert Cline!”—At the call there came
Two stalwart soldiers into the line,
Bearing between them this Herbert Cline,
Wounded and bleeding, to answer his name.

“Ezra Kerr!”—and a voice answered “Here!”
“Hiram Kerr!”—but no man replied.
They were brothers, these two; the sad wind sighed,
And a shudder crept through the cornfield near.

“Ephraim Deane!”—then a soldier spoke:
“Deane carried our regiment’s colors,” he said,
“When our ensign was shot; I left him dead
Just after the enemy wavered and broke.

“Close to the roadside his body lies;
I paused a moment and gave him to drink;
He murmured his mother’s name, I think,
And Death came with it and closed his eyes.”

’T was a victory,—yes; but it cost us dear:
For that company’s roll, when called at night,
Of a hundred men who went into the fight,
Numbered but twenty that answered “Here!”

(Nathaniel Graham Shepherd )

Rose and Root

A Fable of Two Lives

THE ROSE aloft in sunny air,
Beloved alike by bird and bee,
Takes for the dark Root little care
That toils below it ceaselessly.

I put my question to the flower:
“Pride of the Summer, garden queen,
Why livest thou thy little hour?”
And the Rose answered, “I am seen.”

I put my question to the Root.
“I mine the earth content,” it said,
“A hidden miner underfoot:
I know a Rose is overhead.”

(John James Piatt)