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Ik Prem Pujaran. [A poem in Hindi ]

Ik prem pujaran
Liye vyakul man
Tadpti aatma
Aur dukhta tan
Nikli ghar se
Ik aas liye
Kuchh sahmi si
Kuchh ghabrati
Kabhi lajati aur kabhi todti
Vidroh se har bandhan
Aa pohanchhi jahan basti thhi chhah
Man to thha ik prem ka sagar
Tan mangta aalingan ka sukh
Par premi na samjha pujaran ka dukh
Shaied samjha bhi
Shaied apne hi dukh mein lein ho
Bhool gaya pujaran ke dukh ko.
Utaijit ho chhal pada pujaran ke sang
Kahan kidhar koi thhah na thhi
Itne bade sansar mein mano
Unke liye koi gah na thhi.
Aakhir saham ik kone mein baithe
Lage ik doje ko daikhne
Aankhein to ik duje se bolien
Aur bolien do aatmaien bhi
Par tan ka dukh ho gaya ahir.
Tab ik badal laga barasne
Pujaran ke matware naino se
Jise dekh hua vyakul woh
Aur laga kosne iss jeevan ko;
Iss sansar ko jis mein
Pyar to thha kam par thhey kitne bandhan
Tab sar uske kaandhe par rakh kar
Pujaran ne kiya sanket laot chhalne ko
Ik pagal goonga ho jaise
Na kuchh samjha na sooach saka woh
Aur chhal pada uske sang
Kahan kidhar koi kya jane...............[1972]

poem by Om Chawla
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Tiriel

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And Aged Tiriel. stood before the Gates of his beautiful palace
With Myratana. once the Queen of all the western plains
But now his eyes were darkned. & his wife fading in death
They stood before their once delightful palace. & thus the Voice
Of aged Tiriel. arose. that his sons might hear in their gates
Accursed race of Tiriel. behold your father
Come forth & look on her that bore you. come you accursed sons.
In my weak arms. I here have borne your dying mother
Come forth sons of the Curse come forth. see the death of Myratana
His sons ran from their gates. & saw their aged parents stand
And thus the eldest son of Tiriel raisd his mighty voice
Old man unworthy to be calld. the father of Tiriels race
For evry one of those thy wrinkles. each of those grey hairs
Are cruel as death. & as obdurate as the devouring pit
Why should thy sons care for thy curses thou accursed man
Were we not slaves till we rebeld. Who cares for Tiriels curse
His blessing was a cruel curse. His curse may be a blessing
He ceast the aged man raisd up his right hand to the heavens
His left supported Myratana shrinking in pangs of death
The orbs of his large eyes he opend. & thus his voice went forth
Serpents not sons. wreathing around the bones of Tiriel
Ye worms of death feasting upon your aged parents flesh
Listen & hear your mothers groans. No more accursed Sons
She bears. she groans not at the birth of Heuxos or Yuva
These are the groans of death ye serpents These are the groans of death
Nourishd with milk ye serpents. nourishd with mothers tears & cares
Look at my eyes blind as the orbless scull among the stones
Look at my bald head. Hark listen ye serpents listen
What Myratana. What my wife. O Soul O Spirit O fire
What Myratana. art thou dead. Look here ye serpents look
The serpents sprung from her own bowels have draind her dry as this[.]
Curse on your ruthless heads. for I will bury her even here
So saying he began to dig a grave with his aged hands
But Heuxos calld a son of Zazel. to dig their mother a grave
Old cruelty desist & let us dig a grave for thee
Thou hast refusd our charity thou hast refusd our food
Thou hast refusd our clothes our beds our houses for thy dwelling
Chusing to wander like a Son of Zazel in the rocks
Why dost thou curse. is not the curse now come upon your head
Was it not you enslavd the sons of Zazel. & they have cursd
And now you feel it. Dig a grave & let us bury our mother
There take the body. cursed sons. & may the heavens rain wrath
As thick as northern fogs. around your gates. to choke you up
That you may lie as now your mother lies. like dogs. cast out
The stink. of your dead carcases. annoying man & beast
Till your white bones are bleachd with age for a memorial.
No your remembrance shall perish. for when your carcases
Lie stinking on the earth. the buriers shall arise from the east

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poem by William Blake (1789)
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June

'Glemt er nu Vaarens Kamp og Vinter-Sorgen,
Til Glæde sig forvandler hvert et Suk.
Skjøn som en Brud, den anden Bryllups-Morgen,
Ei længer Barn, og dog saa ung og smuk,
Den skjønne Junimaaned til os kommer;
Det er Skærsommer! -

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De høie Popler hæve sig saa slanke,
I Hyldetræet qviddrer Fuglen smukt.
Paa Gjærdet groer den grønne Humle-Ranke,
Og Æble-Blomstret former sig til Frugt.
Den varme Sommerluft fra Skyen strømmer,
Sødt Hjertet drømmer!

Paa Engen slaae de Græs; hør, Leen klinger.
Paa Himlen smukke Sommerskyer staae.
Og Kløvermarken Røgelse os svinger,
Mens høit i Choret alle Lærker slaae.
- Med Vandringsstav hist Ungersvenden kommer
Hjem i Skærsommer.

Ungersvenden.
Alt jeg Kirketaarnet øiner,
Spiret kneiser stolt derpaa.
Og hvor Marken hist sig høiner,
End de fire Pile staae.
Her er Skoven. Store Rødder
Før af Træerne der laae.
Her, som Dreng, jeg plukked' Nødder,
Og trak Jordbær paa et Straa!
- Barndoms Minder mig besjæle!
Jeg vil flyve, jeg vil dvæle!
Grønne Skov, min Barndoms Ven,
Kan Du kjende mig igjen?
Grønne Hæk, du brune Stamme,
Jeg, som før, er end den samme,
Har vel seet og hørt lidt meer,
Ellers Du den Samme seer! -
Her er Pladsen end med Vedet,
Godt jeg kjender Parken der!
Her er Stenten tæt ved Ledet,
Gud, hvor lille den dog er!
Alt jeg kjender her saa godt,
Men det er saa nært, saa smaat -
Det var stort, da jeg var liden,
Jeg er bleven større siden! -
- Lille Fugl paa grønne Qvist,
Saae Du mig derude hist,

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poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Maa

Maa to meri jaan hai.
dundle andhere me bhi vo, meri pehchan hai
Sehti rahi jo hr pal,
Marti rahi har pal jiske liye vo,
Kuch or nahi bs vo meri muskaan hai,
Har gaya har lamha jiske samne,
Jhuk gaya har dard jiske samne
Vo koi or nahi meri maa mera bhagwan hai.muskurati rahi har dard me vo tumhe hsane k liye,
khud jalti hai vo har pal, sirf tumhe roshni dikhane k liye, rehti hai andhero me tumhe chand dikhane k liye,
Aaj bhi intzaar krti hai vo tumhe chamkta dekhne k liye,
Tadapti hai vo bs ek bar tumhe seene se lagane k liye.
Dedo use itni khushi ki gham bhi na use chu paye is zamane me...
Bna do uske har aasun ko moti,
Chamka to uski zindagi kuch is kadar,
Ki heera bhi feeka parh jaye is zamane me,
Bs ye hi jaan lo, maa hi sabkuch hai,
Har zamane me...

poem by Neha Poemlover
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Nunca Te Hare Llorar

Nunca te harllorar
Spoken:
Mi vida, yo sque te han herido
Sque en este momento sietes que no podras volver a amar
An asdame una oportunidad
De mostrarte que te amo
Cuando vi
Tu sonrisa supe que
Estara junto a ti,
Juntos por siempre
Ooh cuando me acerqu
A salir yo te invit
Me dijiste que jams
Volveras a amar
l te hizo dao y tambin te enga
Pero deja mostrarte que ese no soy yo
Es difcil volver a confiar
Hazlo y te enseara amar
Coro:
Nunca te harllorar
Nunca te he de engaar
Prefiero morir que vivir sin ti
Te darmi ser
Siempre serfiel
[2x]
Corazn
Todo se ve un poco mejor
Podras quererme
Como yo te quiero a ti [nana, nena]
Se que sientes [sientes] un gran temor [gran temor]
De mostrar tus sentimientos [sentimientos]
El dolor y sufrimiento [sufrimiento]
Marcaron tu corazn
[marcaron tu corazn]
l te hizo dao [dao]
Y tambin te enga [te enga]
Pero deja mostrarte [mostrarte] que ese no soy yo [no soy yo]
Es difcil volver a confiar [a confiar]
Hazlo y te enseara amar
Yo te harfeliz
Coro -repite [x2]
Yo no te harllorar [no te harllorar]
[nunca] no, no
Nena no te harllorar [nunca..]
Jams llorar [..te harllorar]
Oh no, no, no [mi amor] har
[nena yo...] no te harllorar [nunca]
[he de...] nena no te harllorar [nunca]
Jams llorar [ahhh...]
Nunca te harllorar [no te harllorar]

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Nunca Te Hare Llorar (Spanish Version)

nunca te harllorar"
Spoken:
Mi vida, yo sque te han herido
Sque en este momento sietes que no podras volver a amar
An asdame una oportunidad
De mostrarte que te amo
Cuando vi
Tu sonrisa supe que
Estara junto a ti,
Juntos por siempre
Ooh cuando me acerqu
A salir yo te invit
Me dijiste que jams
Volveras a amar
l te hizo dao y tambin te enga
Pero deja mostrarte que ese no soy yo
Es difcil volver a confiar
Hazlo y te enseara amar
Coro:
Nunca te harllorar
Nunca te he de engaar
Prefiero morir que vivir sin ti
Te darmi ser
Siempre serfiel
[2x]
Corazn
Todo se ve un poco mejor
Podras quererme
Como yo te quiero a ti [nana, nena]
Se que sientes [sientes] un gran temor [gran temor]
De mostrar tus sentimientos [sentimientos]
El dolor y sufrimiento [sufrimiento]
Marcaron tu corazn
[marcaron tu corazn]
l te hizo dao [dao]
Y tambin te enga [te enga]
Pero deja mostrarte [mostrarte] que ese no soy yo [no soy yo]
Es difcil volver a confiar [a confiar]
Hazlo y te enseara amar
Yo te harfeliz
Coro -repite [x2]
Yo no te harllorar [no te harllorar]
[nunca] no, no
Nena no te harllorar [nunca..]
Jams llorar [..te harllorar]
Oh no, no, no [mi amor] har
[nena yo...] no te harllorar [nunca]
[he de...] nena no te harllorar [nunca]
Jams llorar [ahhh...]
Nunca te harllorar [no te harllorar]

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Gazal Badi Ajeeb hai ye Zindagi in hindi by deepak kumar deep

Badi ajeeb hai ye zindagi,
khushi ek pal ke liye
dukh verson baras ke liye
koi sukh chahta hai is jeevan me
to usse dukhon ki bhari bori hi mil jati hai
jahan foolon ke milne ki aaasha hai
wahan katon ki sej bich jati hai
Badi ajeeb hai ye zindagi.....................

Kuch satya kuch ghooth
Kabhi aasha kabhi nirasha
kabhi sawpno ko pane ki lalasa
inhi me ulagh kar rah gayi hai zindagi
Badi ajeeb hai hai ye zindagi................

Kabhi jati kabhi varn
Kabhi bhasha kabhi dharm
viwadoke ghere me hai aaj ki sanskriti
kaise kahen, kya yahi hai zindagi?
badi ajeeb hai ye zindagi...........

Pyar doge pyar milega
satkar doge samman milega
mehanat se har chij hai sambhav
kam se chori hai dukh ka anubhav
ham jaisa hain sochte nahi hai aisi zindagi?
fier bhi log kahte hain,
badi ajeeb hai ye zindagi.............

Manav jeevan ek baar hai mita
nahi milta hai barambar
har manav se pyar karen
nafrat ko de dutkar
Krodha chod dhairya apnayen
paap chod punya kamayen
ye dharti hai dharam ki
jitni marji fasal ugayen
Ek baar yatan kar dekhen-
Hai khusnasheeb ye zindagi
nahi hai ajeeb ye zindagifir bhi log kahte hai,
badi ajeeb hai ye zindagi.........

poem by Deepak Kumar deep
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Mann Toh Mann Hai

Mann to mann hai
Ek sawachand panchi
Kaun use kisi bandhan
me bandh paya hai.

Lakh talo me rah kar bhi
uuse kon bandi bana paya hai.
Dekho to uuadan uski
Chand lamho mei
Vo to kitne brahmand
Bhraman kar aaya hai.

Mann to mann hai
Ek sawachand panchi
Kaun use kisi bandhan
me bandh paya hai.

Tan ko to bandh liya
kadiyo se.
Kabhi diwaroo mein
Kabhi dooriyo mein
Mann ke aashwo ki
Doowd kaun, kaha,
rok paya hai

Mann to mann hai
Ek sawachand panchi
Kaun use kisi bandhan
me bandh paya hai.

mann doodaye
mann hasaye
mann roolaye
mann ki mahima
kya kabhi kooie jaan paya hai.

Mann to mann hai
Ek sawachand panchi
Kaun use kisi bandhan
me bandh paya hai

mann chanchal hai,
jharno sa
baadlo mein chamakti bijjliyo sa.
mann paavan hai
pooja mein chadhe puspo sa.
mann pischash hai
khoon mooh lage narbhakshi sa.

par phir,

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poem by Anjali Kakati
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Eht Emas

There once was a place where everyone was Tan
Every woman, child, and man
Tan hair, Tan shoes, Tan skin, and Tan clothes
Why they were all Tan is something that nobody knows
For you see in this place of monotonous living un-Tan beings were unheard of
There was a very strange thing about these Tan people.
For you see the Tan people had wings but many feared to fly
A Yellow man came to this place one day
It seemed that the Yellow man was strange
His hair was not Tan and his skin was not Tan
He smiled more often and dressed funny too
His name was Alabazoo
He came from a place called Tnereffid
The Tan people were irate and filled with hate
Who did this Yellow man think he was?
As much as the Yellow man tried to be liked the Tan people would not budge
The Yellow man offered the Tan people Brownies they wanted Fudge
Though it seems some of Tan people preferred Brownies,
Some secretly wished for Fudge
They growled and they hissed until the Yellow man left
Leaving the Tan people of Lamron to their life.
The Tan people still exist but is seems that they reside only in Sdnim now.

poem by Jeanne Harmon
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Nostalgia

Yo hi,
Kabhi udhedte hai
To
Kabhi bunte hai
Tamam salaiyo me aatki se
Aapni jindagi ke tar.

Khuli aakho se,
Dekhte hai,
Kabhi bante
Kabhi bigardte
Na jane,
Kitne- kitne khawab.

Kabke beete lamho me,
Khojte hai
Aab bhi,
Aapna aastitav,
Aapni pahchan.

Gujrate ja rahe hai sadiya
Raat me subah ka
Aur
Subah se he raat ka
Yo,
Becheni se karte intejar.

Uljhi se
In taro ko,
Kabhi jodte hai
To
Kabhi todte hai
Ye aandekhe
Ye aanjane se
Bebas tare
Jo,
Ab tak bandhe huai hai
Meeri aatman ko
Tumhari aatma ke saath.

Yo hi,
Kabhi udhedte hai
To
Kabhi bunte hai
Tamam salaiyo me aatki se
Aapni jindgi ke tar.

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Februar

'- Mark og Enge dækkes af den hvide Snee,
Paa de døde Blomster vil ei Livet see;
Dog, mens Vinterkulden trykker Jordens Kyst,
Anelse og Længsel fylder hvert et Bryst -!'

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Maanen, som en Havfrue, fra den fjerne Old,
Svømmer hen ad Himlen, deilig, men saa kold.
Skoven staaer med Riimfrost, glimrende og hvid,
Drømmer vist i Natten om sin Sommertid,
Om de grønne Blade med den friske Duft,
Om de smukke Blomster og den varme Luft.
Ja, hvert Træ i Skoven har sin Sommer-Drøm,
Der, som Digter-Hjertets, døer i Tidens Strøm.
Mark og Enge dækkes af den hvide Snee,
Paa de døde Blomster vil ei Livet see;
Dog, mens Vinterkulden trykker Jordens Kyst,
Anelse og Længsel fylder hvert et Bryst.

Som et Skyggebilled', sat mod Luftens Blaa,
Staaer hist Herregaarden, der er Taarne paa!
Alt er gothisk gammelt, hvilket Malerie!
Ret som Riddertiden slumrede deri.
Under Vindebroen, ved de frosne Rør,
Er' i Muren Huller; der var Fængsler før.
Vaabenet med Indskrift over Porten staaer,
Og om Vindueskarmen kunstigt Løvværk gaaer.
Mellem to Karnapper groer en mægtig Lind,
Der, ad Vindeltrappen, vil vi træde ind.
Hvilke gamle Døre! og hvor de er' smaae!
Ovenover stolte Hjortetakker staae.

Gjennem hele Fløien strækker sig en Gang,
Maaneskinnet gjør den mere dyb og lang.
Riddersmænd og Fruer, mens vi gaae forbi,
See, som bundne Aander, fra hvert Malerie.
Hvem er vel hin Ridder med det mørke Blik?
Engang stolt og modig, han i Livet gik;
Mægtigt svulmed' Hjertet, Jorden har ham gjemt,
Ei hans Slægt man kjender, her hans Navn er glemt!
Hvilken deilig Qvinde! Liv og Aand man seer.
Og af disse Former er nu intet meer?
Intet meer, undtagen dette Farvespil,
Som hver Livets Sommer meer henbleges vil!
Dette Smiil om Munden, dette Tanke-Blik,
Denne Sundheds-Farve hendes Kinder fik;
Alt er Støv og Aske, Alt i Jorden gjemt,
Og, som Hjertets Drømme, Sorg og - Glæde, glemt!

Tys! fra Salen klinger Toners Harmonie,

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poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Give The Po Man A Break

Give po man a break
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Udd Chal Tu Kahi Kise Aur Jahaan Me.

udd chal tu kahi kise aur jahaan me...
kuch kar le ise jahan me tu...kuch karle tu ise jahaan me tu....
le chal tu asman me dur kahi....

raste nahi hote asan par muskil bhi nahi hote darmiyan....
chaah kar ruk na na kabhi tu, Na Rukha mod na kabhi tu...
udd chal tu kahi kise aur jahaan me...

ped ki tarha rakh soch tu, bekher kar bhi naya hosla pa tu.
kuch kar le ise jahan me tu...kuch karle tu ise jahaan me tu.
dur sabhi hey lekin dil se taar jode le tu..
udd chal tu kahi kise aur jahaan me..

udd chal tu kahi kise aur jahaan me...
kuch kar le ise jahan me tu...kuch karle tu ise jahaan me tu..

-JAHAAL

poem by Sandeep Jahaal
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Kaha Dhoondhe Kisko?

Kaha dhundhe kisko?
Jo mila,
Woh milke,
Khota hi gaya.
Kabhi ujalo ne jala diya.

Kabhi andhero ne cheepa liya.
Jo mila,
Khawab ban,
Oojhal hota hi gaya.

Badi mannate ki
Takdeeron se,
Kabhi bandh darwaza
Bandh hi raha
Toh,
kabhi khulkar bhi
Khali hi raha.

Kaha dhundhe kisko?
Ret ke gharondoo me?
Jo har lahar ke saath
Badle sahar?
Ya un baadloo me?
Jo har jhoke me
Badle nagar?

Bahut bhagee hai manzilon ke peeche..
Kabhi manzil badal gaye,
Toh
Kabhi rahee badal gayee.

Kaha dhundhe kisko?
Jo mila
Who milke
Khota hi gaya.
Kabhi ujalo ne jala diya.
Kabhi andhero ne cheepa liya.

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Tum Kyun Nahi Aaye Pehle Kabhi?

Tum kyun aaye abhi?
Duniya bhar ki roshni liye?
Hume andhere ki aadat
Ho chalee thee.
Kabhi youn khud ko dekha nahi,
Andhere me sheesha nazar aaya hi nahi.

Tum kyun aaye abhi?
Itni sari khusiyan liye
Hume gamo se mohabbat
Ho gayee thee.
Dekho..
daman me sambhali jaati nahi!
Kabhi issko batorte hai,
Toh kabhi uss ko kho dete hai!

Tum kyun aaye abhi?
Umar bhar ki guftagoo liye?
Bheed me tanha phirte the,
Kabhi bewazah haste,
Kabhi bewazah rote the,
Par aah tak nahi karte the.
Abb samajh aata nahi..
Tumse shikayat kare..
Ya kare gila
Tum kyun nahi aaye pehle kabhi?

poem by Anjali Kakati
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Kabootar Se Computer Tak!

Kabhi esa bhi hota tha
Baharen jb bhi aati thiin
Tou apne sath jazbon ki nai faslen ugaati thiin
Hawaen geet gaati thiin
Fazaen muskuraati thiin
Wohi lamhaat hote thay
K jb ghamgeen nigaahon se jo dard aamez behte jam aate thay
Kabootar kaam aatay thay
Naey paigham laatay thay
Inhi lamhaat mein pinhaan hua krti thiin sub khushian …! ! !
Ab esa daur aya he
K sub k sub sada hr waqt hi log on rehte hen
Aur internet pe hr dm use laakhon phone hote hen
Dalail mein Faraz o Faiz o Ghalib note hote hen
Yaheen pr keats or Shelley k naghmay quote hote hen
Dilon pr kuchh naey jazbaat download hote hen
Ajab yeh khail hota hey
Gilay E-mail hote hen
Kabhi akhtar shumaari thi
Kabhi aankhon mein raaten thiin
Kabhi taaron se baaten thiin
Ab MSN pe chatting he
Kabhi FB pe tagging he
Kabhi qaasid k nakhray thay
Ab internet pe messengers ki taaza baharein hen
Magar ab kuchh bhi ho jaey
Zaraaey change ho jaen
Wisaal o hijr k naghmaat jis bhi rang, jis aahang mein ubhren
Kabootar ho ya computer
qareenay guftgu k jis shakal mein bhi badal jaen
yehi mehsoos hota he
muhabbat km nhi ho gi
muhabbat km nhi ho gi...! ! ! .

poem by Shahzia Batool
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Kash Kabhi Aisa Hota

Kash kabhi aisa hota
Teri justuju me meri khusi na hoti
Tum bolti aur mujhe sunne ki kwahish na hoti
Tum khamosh hoti aur mujhme bebasi na hoti
Kash kabhi aisa hota…………..
Tum naaraz hoti aur mujhme manane ki bekarari na hoti
Tum paas hoti aur mujhe kahin jane ki kwahish ho jati……….
Tum dur jati aur mujhe paas na aane ka istaqlal ho jata..
Kash kabhi aisa hota…..
Teri khushi me meri jindagi na hoti
To tum bhi azad ho jati………….
Meri har betuki bato se
Alhar swalo se.., namuraad jwabo se…..
kash kabhi aisa hota

poem by Ainan Ahmad
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December

'Hver sorgfuld Sjæl, bliv karsk og glad,
Ryst af din tunge Smerte,
Et Barn er født i Davids Stad,
Til Trøst for hvert et Hierte.'

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(Juleaften).

Ungersve nden.
Dybt i mit Hjerte, hvor hun boer,
Et mægtigt Juletræ der groer,
Og det for hende ene.

Med Tankens Stjernelys det staaer,
Og Troskabs-Fuglen lifligt slaaer,
Bag Haabets grønne Grene.

Alt, hvad jeg har paa Jorden her,
Det finder hun paa Træet der,
Alt er for hende ene.

Jeg skal i Aften hende see,
Der leges Juul, hvo veed, maaskee
Hvad Himlen der mig bygger,

See hendes Sødskende, de Smaae,
Alt lyttende ved Døren staae,
Mens deres Træ hun smykker.

Børnene i Kammeret.
Waldemar.
Saae Du det store Træ, der kom igaar?
Jeg veed, nu er det plantet op derinde.
Og veed Du hvad? Det midt i Salen staaer,
Saa meget Stads paa Grenene de binde.
Jeg troer jeg faaer en nydelig Husar,
Og saa et Buur til begge mine Skader.

Jonna.
Men Jesu-Barnet aldrig seet jeg har,
Han kommer jo deroppe fra Gud Fader,
Og bringer os den hele Stads hvert Aar,
Hvor kan han komme ned og det saa stille?
Mon ogsaa Broder Viggo noget faaer,
Mon Jesu-Barnet veed, vi har den Lille?

Louise.
Det kan Du sagtens troe, til lille Broer
Han ogsaa noget deiligt Stads vil sende,
Han kom jo ned fra Himlen, sagde Mo'er,

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poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Humanity poem in Hindi by Deepak kumar deep

Aasman me sitaron ko
kisi se ladte dekha hai?
kya suraj chanda taaron ko
raushni sene se adhte dekha hai.

Kya kabhi shikayat ki hai hawa ne
ki mai muft me kyon bahun
nadee ke sheetal jal se poocho
kya kabhi inkar kiya usne
apna jal dene se..

Pashu pakshai bhi apne anusar
sewa jagat ki kare hain
pedh paudhe sabhi ke liye hai
dhoof, chon, hawa
verna, jaati, dekh nahi dete..

Kintu,
ye insan hi aisa kyon
apni khudgarj lalsaon ki khatir
dusron ka sukh chain cheen raha
''Manavta'' sabad ki to isne
hinsha hi kar dali hai.
Aakhir kyon hai aisa insan.

Ham bhi apne aham ko tyagen
aur manavta apnayen
jitna ho ham sabse,
par sewa se punya kamayen
laden na ham baat baat par
prem se har baat sulghayen
jab ek prabhu ke balak hain ham
fir kaisa hai ghagda
chod ninda nafrat ko
har manav ko gale lagayen

chote baden ki baaten ab
rahne hi den kitabon me
saccha pyar karke sabse
is jeevan ko safal banayen.

Aakhir kyon ke is sawal ko
ye jahan kyon duhraye
aisi karni bane hamari,
'deep' jag me ujiyara ho jaye...

poem by Deepak Kumar deep
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Tum Kabhi Samajh Paate

Tum kabhi samajh paate
Tum mere liye kya ho
Kabhi mujh me bas ke
Meri nazaro se dekho.
Tum khawab ho,
Tumhi hakikat.
Tum ghana aandhera
Tumhi meri satrangi rangat.
Kabhi oodha hai
Tumhe
Banake jeevan.
Kabhi uttara hai
Samajh ke kafan.
Tumhi pyaas janmo ka
Jise labo ko hai intezar.
Tumhi ho sagar jisme
Doob kar maroo bar bar.
Tum ko kaise batau
Kya ho tum mere,
Kabhi prashan ho,
Kabhi jawab mere.
Kabhi mujh me bas ke
Meri nazaro se dekho.-anjali

poem by Anjali Kakati
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Jab Samay Ki Dhara Ruk Jayagi [Poem in Hindi]

Jab samay ki dhara ruk jaayegi
Aur mitt kar ghul jaayega yeh tan,
Hava paani ya agan mein,
Ya raakh hi ban kar pada rahega
Kahein pathh par tere;
Mitt jaayega jab tan yeh mera
Aur jeevan ke uss paar
Bhatakti hogi aatma meri,
Tab kya hoga mann ka mere,
Kya yeh bhi mar jaayega?
Yeh koi tann toa nahin,
Aur na hi koi aakar hai isska,
Yeh jo vyaakul ho uthta hai,
Nainon ki maadakta se teri;
Tere hi sparsh ki khatir
Har pal
Har chhin
Hai sapne bunnta
Aur tadapta
Kya hoga iss mann ka priyay tab
Samay ki dhara ruk jayagi jab.

poem by Om Chawla
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