ऋतुओं के थपेड़े सर्दियों की सिहरन सिहर जायेगी हमारे रिश्ते की रूहानी गर्माहट निखर जायेगी क्या हुआ रहने को बसर नहीं दिल हमारे तो घर हैं इक दूजे को संभाले बसेरे की ललक बिसर जायेगी अश्क आँखों मेँ झलके बताते हमारी मिल्कियत इन नमकीन समुंदरों मेँ मधुरता उभर जायेगी देव दैत्यों से उपेक्षित होकर भी निस्पृह है ‘शिवेश’ अभावों की मुर्दनी हटा ज़िंदादिली पसर जायेगी क्रंदन हमारा रोग नहीं प्रखर मौन भी ताकतवर यदि उठेगा तांडव ऋचा जीने की लहर लायेगी
My mother had just put me down for a nap And was folding clean diapers on her lap When Cronkite broke in on her show And announced for everyone to know That JFK had been shot in Dallas He didn’t
Thanksgiving never will I forget Hopping in the car for a very long ride to grandma’s house With heavy frost on the grass, glistening in the sun Singing songs and counting grain bins to pass the time Now the frost
Who am I, without the presence of my father? Who am I, without the support of my father? Who am I, without the mercy of my father? I am nothing, without the love of my father. All that I am,
Sea sand wind and rain all will be gurgling in pain whence it has arisen in noises surfing waves alighting high and low above the ravines careless and moody lushing and slushing movements of waves for only surfing Pale is
She felt my thirst. Grabbing my legs lifting me in the air. I had no idea what was about to happen. The plastic removed from my face, the breath of life. I felt comfort in her hands. The places that
Give your feedback / review for the poem
Be the First to Comment & Review poem!