बसंत बहार न जाने कब।
दिल की जमीन पर
बची नहीं अब कोई गीली ज़मीं
हर तरफ बंजर ही बंजर।
कोई हरियाली नहीं।
फूल खिलता नहीं।-
Lockdown is over but fear is not.
Gate is opened but we are scared to
step out. During lockdown we have
learnt to be disciplined. Developed many
good habits, inculcated creativity,
deciphered many hidden talents within
us, found new friends, read books, and
understood the importance of solidarity.
Corona has helped us to realise the
bare truths of life. A sense of shouldering common
responsibility to protect our environment have been
growing within us.
Corona would not leave us so quickly but I hope we would learn
to fight it back well. I feel sad for those who suffered a lot
during this Corona. I adore those who
helped those sufferers selflessly.
And pray for the whole world.."May god
Protect this civilisation from all evils."
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रेत पर लिखा था कुछ
मैंने अपने आंसुओ से ।
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Remember those days ?
When we often sat on a park bench,
and talked about all
those nonsense topics
that seemed meaningful.
We talked a lot about everything,
politics to poems, romantic songs
and gossips of our friends' love.
Deep inside somewhere then
within the layers of our hearts ,
perhaps , a love bud blossomed.
We remained wrapped within the
unknown essence of that.
Gazed stars, sat together for hours
for nothing.
..and then one star studded night, you
took my hands and put a ring in my finger.
It was your first gift from your first
salary.
Moments flew with the flying time.
You left the town,
leaving the bench and the park and the ring for me.
How could you guessed by then that
non other but only me would be the best
keeper of your all left treasure ?
Madhuparna Mishra.
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दुनियादारी के झमेले में।
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midnight , fail to catch
messages, forget to wear glasses,
miss to arrange words at right places
in right manner to decipher them right
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उड़ता है हर रोज,
बटोरता है तिनका
अपने आशियाना के लिए।-
a dazzling sun with the hope of life.
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