अथ स्वागतम शुभ स्वागतम

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सजाया प्रकृति नटी ने साज
अरे यह किसका स्वागत आज?

छा रहा दिशि दिशि नव जीवन
हो रहा किसका अभिनंदन?

आम पीपल की बंदनवार
सजी क्यों वन उपवन के द्वार?

मिले फूलों को नूतन रंग
पुलक से भरे अंग प्रति अंग

भ्रमर लाये किसका संदेश
तितलियाँ देतीं क्या निर्देश?

पवन की गति क्यों मंद
कर रहा बोझिल क्या मकरंद?

सुरभि आप्लावित वातावरण
दे रहा किसको आमंत्रण?

किसलिये बौराया है आम
कर रहा झुक झुक किसे प्रणाम?

कोकिला भर कर पंचम तान
गा रही किसका गौरव गान?

पांव से सिर तक खिला पलाश
छ्लकता किसके प्रति उल्लास?

वधू वसुधा का नव श्रृंगार
कौन सा स्वप्न हुआ साकार?

अतिथि वह कौन अनूप सुजान
स्वयं वसुधा सुंदरि का प्राण

व्यक्त कर ने आदर अनुराग
बिछाया पथ में राग पराग ?

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Dr.Indu Nautiyal

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I have been a teacher for about four decades ,but even more than that , a student and learner all along --literature being my favourite subject with special love for poetry , a trait I seem to have inherited from my father,who was a very good poet ,it was he that instilled in me a deep love for poetry early in childhood . Starting as a science student ,I shifted to literature after graduation and and worked on Emily Dickinson's poetry for Doctoral degree. I don't claim to be a poet ,but do admit my inherent love for poetic utterances as and when I find them and sometimes feel inspired to give vent to my own emotions in words that seem to convey them .Honestly it happens quite effortlessly and also leaves me with an immense satisfaction .If it can be termed poetry ,all the more rewarding. .
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