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Yesterday was not a ‘good’ day.
But……
It was a ‘good’ day.  :-)

I.I said—Then, dearest, since ’tis so,
Since now at length my fate I know,
Since nothing all my love avails,
Since all, my life seemed meant for, fails,
Since this was written and needs must be—
My whole heart rises up to bless
Your name in pride and thankfulness!
Take back the hope you gave,—I claim
—Only a memory of the same,
—And this [...]

By Sara Teasedale
May
The wind is tossing the lilacs,
The new leaves laugh in the sun,
And the petals fall on the orchard wall,
But for me the spring is done.
Beneath the apple blossoms
I go a wintry way,
For love that smiled in April
Is false to me in May.

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 [...]

THE SUN RISING.
by John Donne
        BUSY old fool, unruly Sun,
        Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains, call on us ?
Must to thy motions lovers’ seasons run ?
        Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
        Late school-boys and sour prentices,
    Go tell court-huntsmen [...]

People really use interesting words to do search on google. I always enjoy these key search words. Today some one visited my blog by using these words ” Mehboob Kay Paon” hahahahaha …Ub Allah hee janey uss ‘masoom’ aur ’shareef’ bunday/bundi kay dil mae kya tha but myrey damagh mae ub jo jo kuch aa [...]

Day before yesterday I wrote a post about my village. I tried my best to present a very positive picture … picture that we ,as admirer of natural beauty, appreciate. Today I want to talk about the hypocracy of Pakistani society. Today I want to talk about Pakistani’s love for folk stories and about their hypocracy when time comes [...]

Younhi loog esae muhabbat samjh bethay hain Faraz
Woh Shakhus mujey jaan se pyara hae aur bass…..!!!!

WHAT, are you hurt, Sweet? So am I;
Cut to the heart;
Though I may neither moan nor cry,
To ease the smart.
Where was it, Love? Just here! So wide
Upon your cheek!
Oh happy pain that needs no pride,
And may dare speak.
Lay here your pretty head. One touch
Will heal its worst,
While I, whose wound bleeds overmuch,
Go all unnursed.
There, Sweet. [...]