Poem Of The Day 9th January 2014

[Zindagi]

A Sketch

The little hedgerow birds,
That peck along the road, regard him not.
He travels on, and in his face, his step,
His gait, is one expression; every limb,
His look and bending figure, all bespeak
A man who does not move with pain, but moves
With thought. -He is insensibly subdued
To settled quiet: he is one by whom
All effort seems forgotten; one to whom
Long patience hath such mild composure given
That patience now doth seem a thing of which
He hath no need. He is by nature led
To peace so perfect, that the young behold
With envy what the Old Man hardly feels.

[attiaahsan]

[Chandbhai]

Awesome........

[Usm@n Butt]

/up

[Unsaid words]

very nice sharing

[Zindagi]

Thanks

[sweet_lily]

Nice .............

[*jamshed*]