MY NOVEMBER GHAZAL

Plenty of warm welcomes & some really sad farewells in November.
Festivals over, not many guests ring the doorbells in November.

Himachali apples have been plucked, packaged & sent across India.
All the major highways are permeated with its smell in November.

As winter nears, blankets are stuffed with grandma's stories.
It's time to make novels out of the stories one tells in November.

Hopeless, I read the resolution to run languishing in my diary.
2019 is not over. A marathon awaits for me to excel in November.

Friends ask me, are you too gonna not shave this month, Harsh?
With only beard for company, what else to keep well in November?

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Don't be afraid of taking responsibilities in life ;

because every responsibility teach you a lesson of life .

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My November Poem

As and when the Music,
slowly starts to Fade.
Let us both lie down,
in the Evening Shade.
Just together, Me and U.
Leaving behind,
all Our Worries and Our Blues.
Our Sweet November,
is here to Treasure
Far Beyond,
all Time and Measure.
With all the Love in Our Hearts,
We are there for each Other.
The Storms in Our Lives,
will bind Us Together.
Hand in Hand,
We shall find Our Way.
In My Journey of Life,
U are My Love, for whom I Pray.

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Morning dew , view is pearly .
Evening comes early .
You can't see fog in my glasses.
Sun gets hard ,
Wind blows cool .
I hear winter returning .
Thieves ; I don't fear them.
Now I should hide in warmth .

-Bharati

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Rain of November
Who does want rain in November?
May be to clean the polluted air of your city
You may need some rain to drench
May be it's difficult to breath there!
My daughter stays there too
It's been long since she is working in a factory!
But I don't want rain in November.
I am worried about cutting of my crops
from my paddy fields.
Now a days, it's difficult to get
labours here, to cut the crops,
I don't want to sell my peddy fields.
May be some day, my grandchildren will be back
Making my paddy fields green again !
I don't want rain in November,
I am worried about my crops !

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ନଭେମ୍ବର ଆସେ ହେଲେ ସେ
ସେମିଷ୍ଟର୍ ଛୁଟିରେ ଘରକୁ ଯାଏନି!
ବାସ୍ କ୍ୟାମ୍ପସର ମସୃଣ ରାସ୍ତାରେ
କୁହୁଡି ଚିରି,ଆଇସ୍-କ୍ରିମକୁ ଚୋବେଇ ଖାଏ।
କିଛି ବଞ୍ଚିଗଲେ ମୋତେ ଦିଏ ହେଲେ
ସମୟ ଓ ହଷ୍ଟେଲର ଗେଟ୍ ସହ ଏକ
ତୁମ୍ଭି ତୁଫାନ ପରେ, ଆଉ ବା କଣ!
ଆଇସ୍-କ୍ରିମ୍ ହାତରୁ ଯାଇଁ କହୁଣୀରେ ଥାଏ।
ଝରକାରୁ ପରଦା ହଟେଇ ସେ
ରାତିକୁ ଏକ ଲମ୍ବା ନିଦରେ ଶୁଆଇ ଦିଏ।
ଆଉ ମୁଁ ସେ ଟେନିସ୍ କୋର୍ଟର କାକରଭିଜା
ନରମା କାର୍ପେଟକୁ ଆବୋରି ନିଏ।
ଏସ୍ପ୍ରେସୋକୁ ତାଜା କରୁ କରୁ ଯେବେ
ହଲକା ହାଲକା ଧୂଆଁକୁ ମୁଁ ପିଏ,
ରାଗରେ ଟକମକ ଫୁଟେ ତା କଫି କପରେ
ଅଙ୍କା ସେହି, ମିଳେଇ ଯାଉଥିବା ହାର୍ଟ ଟିଏ।
ବାସ୍ ଦେଖୁ ଦେଖୁ ନଭେମ୍ବର ଚାଲିଯାଏ।
ଆଉ ଆଖି ଖୋଲେ ତ
ଆମ ଦୀପାବଳିର ଦୀପ ଲିଭି ଯାଇଥାଏ,
ଏଠି ଯାହା ଜଳୁଥାଏ ତାହା ଆଲୁଅ ଦିଏନି,
ଆଉ ଏକ ନଭେମ୍ବର ପାଇଁ ନିଆଁ କୁହୁଳାଏ।

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गुलाबी ठण्ड की दस्तक मेरे बिन मुबारक हो,
नवम्बर माह की पहली बारिश मुबारक हो...!!

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When see the stars in the sky
My heart wants to fly...
To catch them in my fist
Illuminate every house
By removing sorrow 's mist....

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Dear november

ज्यादा कोहरा करने
की जरूरत नहीं है....😏

आंखों की रोशनी
इतनी बची नहीं है....😡

कि धुंध में अपने
सोमवंशम को पहचान ले....😜😜🤭

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The sun plays peekaboo
with a thin blanket of haze
this november morning

I stretch my hands
to fetch the weary cold dews
rimed on a bronzed bracken

as the last autumn leaf
clings in defiance
etching a slow surrender
under the mist leaden sky.

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