Bhai ke liye
Aur wah pyar jo
Bahut hi amulya.
Bhai Phonta
Ke din pe
Dhadakta hai
Ek bahan ka hriday
Apni bahan ka
Apnei bhai ke liye.
Bhai Phonta,
A sister’s love
For the brother
And that love is
So much priceless.
On the day of
Bhai Phonta,
Beats it the heart
Of the sister
For her brother.
A SwedishOr an Americanor an Israeli,A NASA doll,An astronautOr a cosmonaut,Who she is,Tell me?
To talk of literatureAnd science at the same timeIf the former a litterateurThe latter an atomic scientist.
There is none to see it.This is no business of theirsIf you go on weeping or not,Your tears not the things of their concern.
But the public IndiansAnd they workedGoing against the people,Their faith and belief,How can it be?The temples were broken,The libraries burnt,Is the benefit of reading medieval India?
Into my wordsTo see you afresh,How do you lookYou,My daughter,You growingWith age and timeWhich is never,Never own!
Poems about poems,Means the poemsWe take them, read them,Assess and come to understand them,Critically appreciate themSimply or strugglingly.I want to write poems about poemsThe poems which moved me,The poems which I loved to read,The poems I admired and appreciated them,Can it be not a film about films,A story about stories?Let us now,As the readings are,…
