HI FREINDS, THIS IS SIDDHARTH....I AM A GREAT LOVER OF POETRY.....I LIKE ALL SORTS OF RHYMS, CLASSICS AS WELL AS URBAN..
THIS BLOG OF MINE IS MEANT FOR ALL POETS AROUND THE WORLD TO SHOW THEIR CREATIVITY TO THE WORLD....
KINDLY POST IN YOUR WORKS AND MENTION UR NAME, E-MAIL AND LANGUAGE
I START THIS THREAD WITH MY FAVOURITE POEM BUT ITS A REQUEST TO EVERYONE DAT U SHOULD POST IN ONLY UR ORIGINALS.
"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"
by SIR ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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post in ur poems as comments
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