Alone…🌿

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view—

BY EDGAR ALLAN POE.

For 28 April (THE MEN IN THE GLASS…🌿)

After a long time I read again these lines of dale wimbrow and it fill up again bulky thought in my mind. I love this poem because it is realistic. May be you have read it before like me but read it for once more, and not only question to self but also answer to self. And I hope you would really like it too.


When you get what you want in your struggle for self
And the world makes you king for a day
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
And see what that man has to say.

For it isn’t your father, or mother, or wife
Whose judgment upon you must pass
The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass. He’s the fellow to please – never mind all the rest
For he’s with you, clear to the end
And you’ve passed your most difficult, dangerous test
If the man in the glass is your friend.

You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
And get pats on the back as you pass
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
If you’ve cheated the man in the glass.

ByPeter Dale Wimbrow Sr.

25 years of my life…🎂

Happy Birthday to me…🌿

Hello, my unknown but foremost companions 😊yes today is my birthday. I’m not a party type girl but I like my birthday day date from my childhood.( I’m soo introward and less talkativet by nature) I loved this day in childhood because on this day holiday was confirmed because of Ambedkar jayanti😅 and from class 6, I started loved this day because of my birth date is same with Dada Saheb.. and from then to now I always remember this day as baba Saheb’s birthday.

I like baba Saheb’s thoughts and personality. In my college my friends many times called me LADY AMBEDKAR😃 But it’s really a big compliment and a respectable supplement and I don’t think I’m worthy of it right now. But i want to be like him.

Today is my 25th birthday and it is not just a number and not just reflect my age but also give me lots of experience in my life. some good some bad, lots of lessons, and most important lesson is VALUE TO TIME. And………and so I wish that I will fulfill my all right dreams fairly and will continue accure knowledge from my life.

The Seven Ages of Man …🌿

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.

At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;


And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.

And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.

Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth.

And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.

The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.

Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

By- William Shakespeare.

DEFEAT…🌿

Defeat, my Defeat
my solitude and my aloofness;
You are dearer to me than a thousand triumphs,
And sweeter to my heart than all world-glory.

Defeat, my Defeat my self-knowledge and my defiance,
Through you I know that I am yet young and swift of foot
And not to be trapped by withering laurels.
And in you I have found aloneness
And the joy of being shunned and scorned.

Defeat, my Defeat my shining sword and shield,
In your eyes I have read
That to be enthroned is to be enslaved,
And to be understood is to be leveled down,
And to be grasped is but to reach one’s fullness
And like a ripe fruit to fall and be consumed.

Defeat, my Defeat my bold companion,
You shall hear my songs and my cries and my silences,
And none but you shall speak to me of the beating of wings,
And urging of seas,
And of mountains that burn in the night,
And you alone shall climb my steep and rocky soul.

Defeat, my Defeat, my deathless courage,
You and I shall laugh together with the storm,
And together we shall dig graves for all that die in us,
And we shall stand in the sun with a will,
And we shall be dangerous. By- KAHLIL GIBRAN.

Remember…🌿

Remember me when I am gone away,

Gone far away into the silent land;
         When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.

Remember me when no more day by day
         You tell me of our future that you plann’d:
         Only remember me; you understand

It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
         And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
         For if the darkness and corruption leave
         A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
         Than that you should remember and be sad.

By-Christina Georgina Rossetti.