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Bachpan | Hindi Poetry
Bachpan | Hindi Poetry
Vo sham ko ghar lautna, ek sukoon tha,
Ghar pauchkar khelne jana, ek junoon tha
Piche se maa nashta khilane ko daant rehti,
Hum to bagiche ki aur bhaagte rehte ,
Pure din ki thaakan gayaab si hojati thi,
Sari takleefiyen us khel mein kho jati thi,
Thake hare ate ghar jab,
Garam pani aur tauliya taiyaar milta tha,
Nahate hi, maa ka pyaar khaane mein beshumaar milta tha,
Fir TV ke saath thoodi aankh micholi hoti thi,
Papa ke ghar ate hi, apne kamre ki taraf humari dooli nikalti thi,
Kuch pal apni kitaabon ko jab dete, aankh jhapak si jaati thi,
Bin kuch soche , bin kuch samje, Bin kuch jaane, bin kuch mane,
Apne aap hi ek sukoon ki neend aajati thi
Ek sapne ki tarah , har pal sufiyana tha,
Kuch aisa hi mere bachpan ka zamana tha,
Aaj sab sukoon se dur hue bethe hai,
Apni aadaton me mashghool hue bethe hai,
Bhatak te hai tanhaah khudse,
Neend ko taraste, majboor hue bethe hai,
Yaad hai sabko vo khel kud, vo school vo tiffin,
Vo kal ke pal jo the koi soch koi samaj ke bin,
Jab jaante nahi the duniya ki samaj,
So sara samaaj hi apna tha,
Samaj ke ane se samaaj se hi dur hone lage,
Sab kaam us umr me bhi khatm hua karte the, bin jyada soche,
Jabse sochne lage, kaam adhure chutne lage,
Bachpan chood , bade hone ki zid thame the,
Bade hote hi bachpaan ye yaadon mein khone lage,
Zindagi mein aaj bade hote hote, bachpaan bhi kho bethe hai,
Par na jane kyu fir is aaj ke dar se,
khud ko us bachpane se dur kiye bethe hai?
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Childhood | English Poetry
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Childhood | English Poetry
Childhood | English Poetry
The Time was odd,
The people were even
We were born,
From womb to heaven,
With small fingers, cute face;
We came in the world by god’s grace.
We learnt to walk, then to talk,
Then to hear and later to bear,
Surrounded by toys And hampers,
We were loved, we were pampered.
Life was good, life was going,
And there were we, totally enjoying
Nice clothes, tidy hair,
Tightened boots, roaming here and there,
We slept when we wished,
We ate at our own risk,
No thinking of what doing next,
No tension to make the present perfect
The time was good,
The mind was free.
The life was going as we destined it to be.
That was what childhood meant to me
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The End | English Poetry
The End | English Poetry
You never know who, what and when something happens to you and when it ends. All the smiles and laughter makes you feel that the world is yours but sometimes it is the abruptness that leads it to nowhere.
The Sun shown,
The wind blew,
I opened my eyes,
The thoughts flew.
I gathered them but they were few,
They began with you and ended with you.
Because it’s just you,who used to be my thoughts,
And it’s still you.
The past haunted me with the view,
The view which had only you.
The way you smiled, the way day began
The way you laughed , the way day ran.
The way we walked ,
The way time stopped
The way you wished,
The way I dream
The way you were sad, the way I felt bad,
The way I proposed ,
The way you respond
The way I pleaded,
The way you convinced
The way you cared;
The way I felt.
Finally ,
The day I cried,
The day you left
And,
The day you left ,
Was the day all ended.
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The End | English Poetry
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Jaane Ka Waqt Aa Raha Hai | Hindi Poem
Jaane Ka Waqt Aa Raha Hai | Hindi Poem
Vo Hawaaon ki bechainyan,
Ab badhne lagi hai.
Vo roz chalte the jinpe, vo rahein,
Ab angdaiyan lene lagi hai.
Shaakhon se gire patte,Ab humse rukhe rukhe se rehte hai,
Vo roz milte the aasmanon mein udte parinde,
Ab humse dur jate rehte hai
Vo maidan pe bichi hari pattiyaan,Ab thodi kathhor si lagne lagi hai,
Vo logon ki hasi, ab kuch aur hi lagne lagi hai
Yahan ki laal deewarein,Ab hume kuch batati nahi hai,
Vo bhoor ki kirne,
Ab hume kuch samjati nahi hai,
Raat ka vo shoor,
Ab shant hone laga hai,
Tha jo kal tak apna,
Vo ab dheere dheere khone laga hai.
Na Jane kyun,Par lagta hai yun,
Ki ab jaane ka waqt aa raha hai
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Regret |Poetry
Regret | Poetry
A Life Bounded With Regret,
Each Regret Always a Secret,
The Regrets neither knew nor described,
It was Only Later that they are realized
Regrets always hard to refrain,
Difficult to sustain
Still remains its effect
In the small looking heart
The regrets of life,
We desired to live.
Regrets of the dream,
We dream to achieve.
The regret of the idea,
We thought to pursue.
Regrets of the pain,
We wanted to rescue.
Regrets Of the laugh,
Which did last for a short while,
Regrets of pleasures,
Which ended in no time.
The regrets of loss,
The loss of love,
The feel to love,
The feel to be loved.
Regrets of the efforts,
Which could have been more,
Regrets of the problems,
Which could have been solved.
Regrets of the feel,
Which could have been felt
And Lastly
Regrets of the End,
Which could have been changed.
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