Archive of : February, 2016
5772951: Saturday, February 06, 2016, 08:50:32 PM in खोज्दै जाँदा

If the red slayer think he slays,
Or if the slain think he is slain,
The know not well the subtle ways,
I keep, and pass, and turn again.

Far or forgot to me is near;
Shadow and sunlight are the same;
The vanished gods to me appear;
and one to me are shame and fame.