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Best Poems From
ABNISH SINGH CHAUHAN
(04-061979)
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Under the Scorching Sun!
Walls remains tinted with
Advertising leaflets
We always see
Passing through the lane
Enhancing curiosity
Craving for some things
But purse allows us not.
What we earn, goes as it comes
For arranging daal-bhat
Or sometimes for the medical cure
Ever rising prices of things
Like the mouth of Sursa
An onion more pungent than a chili
Makes our eyes flow with tears.
Our mutual efforts couldn’t save
Food and water for the coming days
We get what we produce in the fields-
One third of our total labour
Under the scorching sun
When added cost reduced the profit
We fail to recover.
The rhetoric on the stage
Hides all the misdeeds
Of the so-called greats
The bird was hungry, still hungry
Fun and frolic for those
Who know how to make money
By means fair and foul.
Abnish Singh Chauhan
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A Prayer to the Goddess
Hark, Mother, hark
Trim and harp
Giving voice
To my ill-shaped lyre
O Goddess Saraswati!
Inside-out darkness prevails
Illusion camps on my mind
Fill me with light
Pave the way
O Goddess Saraswati!
Small desire I have
To sing a song of humanity
Live and die for some great cause
Give me such an insight, force
O Goddess Saraswati!
Help me to learn who I am
What is my aim in this world
How to practice Satyam Shivam Sundram.
Awake my sleeping conscience
O Goddess Saraswati!
Abnish Singh Chauhan
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Crooked Inside
Letters seem straight
Out of the mirror
But crooked inside
Making delusion
With their stage-show
Catching the innocent mind.
Water looks pure in image
In taste saline
For destroying life
Comes mercury up in the well
Place to place sits a crazy monkey
Holding a razor in his hand.
In a crematorium one can see
Rotting flesh and blood
How long could one breathe
So much one has to think
How many houses erupted
The roaring-cruel sea!
Swans get down their rosary
Now worn by crows
From The Caretaker of the garden
So scared is the branch!
Visible red like blood
Shredded beet into pieces.
Abnish Singh Chauhan
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Heed! Dear, Heed!
Heed! Dear, heed!
The bell is ringing
The bird is singing
There, smiling the sun.
Come and see
The lovely scene
The sonorous sound
And joy around!
Tell me dear-
Do you have time
To stop, to watch
To listen to it?
Do you have time
To know, to think
What life is
How to lead it?
The bird sings so
The sun says so
The bell rings so
In their own ways!
Abnish Singh Chauhan
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