If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
What happens in heaven?
Will I sit on a cloud?
Is walking or talking
Or jumping allowed?
Will I be on my own
Or with some of my friends?
Does it go on for ever
Or eventually end?
Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas
Cos' turkeys just wanna hav fun
Turkeys are cool, turkeys are wicked
An every turkey has a Mum.
Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas,
Don't eat it, keep it alive,
It could be yu mate, an not on your plate
Say, Yo! Turkey I'm on your side.
I got lots of friends who are turkeys
An all of dem fear christmas time,
TRANSCENDENT VALOUR! godlike Pow'r!
Lord of the dauntless breast, and stedfast mien!
Who, rob'd in majesty sublime,
Sat in thy eagle-wafted car,
And led the hardy sons of war,
With head erect, and eye serene,
Amidst the arrowy show'r;
When unsubdued, from clime to clime,
YOUNG AMMON taught exulting Fame
O'er earth's vast space to sound the glories of thy name.
I was born in 1902
I never once went back to my birthplace
I don't like to turn back
at three I served as a pasha's grandson in Aleppo
at nineteen as a student at Moscow Communist University
at forty-nine I was back in Moscow as the Tcheka Party's guest
and I've been a poet since I was fourteen
some people know all about plants some about fish
I know separation
some people know the names of the stars by heart
"this is how the story went
I met someone by accident
who blew me away,
blew me away "
you know the song babe ?
I can barely write
but with this perfect twist of fate
I can compose not only words but music too
Love is not just a word. And it is not a collection of some alphabets.
Love is feeling of someone, for something or some person.
It is just like a roller coaster. We should experience in life at once. Because it is a set of though or unseen expression of human being.
Love is like a river. All are flow with the purity.
By Aakanksha Raj.
For several years I'd worked as a life coach, assisting clients day by day,
Like blazing colors in the shank of the evening, chases deep blues away.
It was an occupation that I enjoyed, as helping others is very rewarding,
Like gardeners who labor long, for the artless beauty nature's awarding.
Next to my home was a blooming park, embroidered with spring greens,
With blue, pink and redbirds in lacy treetops, that were forever singing.
I enjoyed strolling and sitting there, mainly during the balmier weather,
I loved sailing upon the blue sea, and I was never too far from it,
As one who knows sweet cravings, is seldom far from chocolates.
In my previous much loved vessel, I had sailed a thousand miles,
As rainbows are seen from a distance, bringing on happy smiles.
My entire family enjoyed sailing, which I'd mastered in my youth,
As the throngs lie ignorant, until the blush dawn moment of truth.
I had been to so many places, that I could not recollect them all,
रावण को तो हर साल आग लगाई जाति है
लेकिन सीता पर बुरी नजर तो आज भी डाली जाती है.
विभीषण जैसो की बाते कहा मानी जाती है।
तुम्हे कुछ पता नही बोलके मंदोदरी की बाते आज भी टाली जाती है.
रावण के रूप में यहां बुराई जलाई जाती हे.
पर हकीकत में यहां किसी और को बुरा दिखाकर बुराइयां छुपाई जाति ही।.