बुधवार, नवंबर 05, 2014

तुम्हारी देह-गंध ...


Your body-odor...

Yesterday, the first knock of winter
Yesterday I pulled my
Old Sweaters
Yesterday, you were remember much
Your body-odor
Had settled in sweaters
You wore it,
Coyly
Last December
When you came away without
In severe winter sweater

To meet me ....
- Dr Sharad Singh

रविवार, अक्तूबर 26, 2014

बुधवार, जून 18, 2014

कृपया इसे भी पढ़ें...

हो चुकी है पत्थर वह तो....

A poem of Dr Sharad Singh
She has turned to stone….

She was also put the hand together and beg
She was reminded her wrinkled old age
Her white hair
Her old legs trembled
She walked around his door
By the support of her stick
From where she was expected that
Wardiwale who sitting inside the door
They will find her grand daughter
Her old requests were pricing that
Finding brought her granddaughter
Raped, dead
Since then she has not shaking with emotion, not aging, not fear

She has turned to stone ….
- Dr. Sharad Singh

सोमवार, जून 16, 2014

पिता आखिर पिता है ...

A poem of Dr Sharad Singh
'फादर्स डे' पर... उन बेटियों की ओर से जिनकी ज़िन्दगी 

छीन ली गई वहशी दरिन्दों के हाथों ...

On 'Father's Day' ...Behalf of those daughters


 whose life was snatched by rapists ...

Father is a father after all...

Those daughters
was called their father
Father could not hear their cry
Could not save them from rapists
Still love daughters to their father
They know
Their father is weak, helpless
Is null before musclemen
If hears a shout
He runs to save
And killed
Those daughters from another world
Recalls
Love
His father
In the same way
As they would if alive

Though Helpless... father is a father after all...
- Dr Sharad Singh

शुक्रवार, जून 13, 2014

रो रही हैं मांएं .....

A poem of Dr Sharad Singh
Mothers crying......

She watched the way
Daughters return
Continued to wait a
Of their smiles
Daughters will help in cooking
Did who know that mother
Daughters' cry will have not reached to the ears
Nine months in the womb up relationship
Will be the victim of cruelty of devils
Trembling heart of mother
How will suffered all by her daughters
Rape and murder.....
How would raise head the mother of the devils?
Two Mothers are crying......
One from a grief ......and second from Shame…

- Dr  Sharad Singh

बुधवार, जून 11, 2014

जीने के लिए ...

A poem of Dr Sharad Singh
To live...

Two breads soaked in water 
 To reach till stomach by the
Toothless mouth
 I would only do so for
Cleaning of pile of grain 
Old age is dancing dance for two handfuls of grain
When lost every support
Have forced
Broken body and mind washed out

For live the lives remaining...
- Dr Sharad Singh 

मंगलवार, मई 27, 2014

वो दिन आ जाए...

A poem of Dr Sharad Singh
That day will come...

Look!
Was my son was went 
By the plane
He said -
‘I'll come to meet you one day
With my son’
Hope!
That day will come
Before I lose my days

That day will come...
- Dr Sharad Singh

रविवार, मई 25, 2014

मेरे जीने का सहारा ...

A poem of Dr Sharad Singh

Recourse for me to live...

I was brought up
Our children
Was taken care of
My family
I was not ritualistic
No atheists
Well, the ritual is only recourse for me to live
Children and families
Separate themselves

From oldie me…
- Dr Sharad Singh

रविवार, मई 18, 2014

मुझे चाहिए ...

A Poem Of Dr. Sharad Singh
I must ...

What should I want at this age?
Nothing special
One or two bread
Soaked in water to Eat
One or two bread
Can see a clear fit
An Eyeglass
Two Saris, two blouses
And a Ramanami rosary
With these should
Lots of love of dear ones!

That's all, nothing...
- Dr. Sharad Singh

शनिवार, मई 17, 2014

दे रही हूं ...

A poem of Dr Sharad Singh
I am giving ...

I have
Neither house, nor whereabouts, nor my peoples  
Simply, this old age,
And the begging bowl with me
Who left me
They've got from me
Land, Ornaments and Home
He did not take a thing
I am giving...
Yes, my blessings

Maybe they don’t like this ... Nevertheless ...
- Dr Sharad Singh

बुधवार, मई 14, 2014

जो सच है...

A poem of Dr Sharad Singh
Which is true ...

I've said so many times
Some have fallen
In my eyes
But no
This time lies will not say
I miss my son
From other city
My Daughter-in-law calls me  
My grandson and granddaughter persistence for me
No, it's nothing
The truth of my tears

In memory of all those ...
- Dr Sharad Singh

मंगलवार, मई 13, 2014

मोतियाबिन्द ....

A Poem of Dr Sharad Singh
Cataract …

Came off in my eyes
Cataract of the neglect of loved ones
Relationships are dim
Even dim future
Does not appear on
Currently there are no loved ones
Is any doctor who could remove

The cataract in my eyes…
- Dr Sharad Singh

सोमवार, मई 05, 2014

प्रतीक्षा ...

A poem of Dr Sharad Singh
Waiting....

My awry glasses has eroded
Like me
My stick has tired
Like me
But do not tired my waiting
Like glasses or stick
He is still unsworn
Like me
Waiting for love of love ones  

Waiting who never gets tired ....
- Dr Sharad Singh

गुरुवार, मई 01, 2014

एक सेफ्टी पिन ...

A poem of Dr Sharad Singh
A safety pin ...

You gave me frippery
I wore
It was a feeling of being near you
There were no buttons
By the safety pin connecting the two parts
In order to maintain the warmth of belonging
Alas!
I have a safety pin
to enclosed you with me 

O my son!
- Dr Sharad Singh

बुधवार, अप्रैल 30, 2014

आज मैं खुश हूं ...

A poem of Dr Sharad Singh
He had come

Today I did not have hot,
Neither cold, nor hunger, nor thirst
Still I am happy
I am satisfied, rejoice -
In this lodging
I can’t stop bounce my mind
The reason?
Came to see me today
my grandson for the first time
Not to take me along, only to meet
But he did come.....
- Dr Sharad Singh

मंगलवार, अप्रैल 29, 2014

वह नहीं जानता ...

A poem of Dr Sharad Singh
He knows nothing

Told me my son -
"Mother !  I can’t feed you            
I raise my children,
You go to Mathura, Vrindavan or Kashi, Anywhere,
Now just remember God, Mother ! '
My son does not know he's innocent
I did remembrance of God

before his birth
And were kept fasting,
I had not rejected him
to raise my other children
He knows nothing
My son is so innocent ...
- Dr Sharad Singh

सोमवार, अप्रैल 28, 2014

पता नहीं क्या हूं ...

A poem of Dr Sharad Singh
What am I ...

For me hair oil that enhance
Prohibited
I am a woman but
Feminine-look Is prohibited 
Prohibited Return home
Prohibited to say dear to loved ones
Everything is restricted
which any woman can get
But I do not
I extracted from home, old, widow am

I don't know ... What am I ......
- Dr Sharad Singh

गुरुवार, अप्रैल 24, 2014

छोड़ी हुई वृद्धा विधवा ...

A poem of Dr Sharad Singh
Abandoned old widow ...

Where am I
Mathura, Vrindavan or Varanasi?
This is what makes the difference
Be anywhere
Away from my loved ones
With identity
An abandoned old widow
What stops from having widow?
Time speed or the moon, the stars, the sun walking
No!
Then, why have my life imprisoned

Like moss in a puddle...
- Dr Sharad Singh

बुधवार, अप्रैल 23, 2014

जो छोड़ गए मुझे ...

A poem of Dr Sharad Singh
People who have left me...

I'm still holds fast
I do worship
and pray for all those
people who have left me
in the God's mercy
God does not appear
They also do not appear

Seems to me, my prayer
wherever they are my own
Be happy, be inhabited!
- Dr Sharad Singh

रविवार, अप्रैल 20, 2014

मैं यहीं हूं ...

A poem of Dr Sharad Singh

I'm still here...

In the same courtyard
I taught you walk
run
and play
That's what you were reading, sitting in the winter sun,
Summer nights
Lie down on the bed in the same courtyard
heard stories by me
The courtyard is here
I'm still here
Just, you have been abroad away from my son
Alas! You are here...
- Dr Sharad Singh

बुधवार, अप्रैल 16, 2014

तुम्हें पता नहीं ...

A poem of Dr Sharad Singh

Do not you know ...

Do not look in my eyes
They have no any dream
My dreams, my own
They have left me
A little area in the village
My little house in this area 
And at home 
I left lonely 
Just ingeminate, day count
I'm stealing eyes from sleep
Why?
Maybe you don’t know .....
Lonely old woman does not dream
- Dr Sharad Singh

गुरुवार, अप्रैल 10, 2014

ओ मेरे बेटे !

A poem of Dr Sharad Singh
O my son!

I think
Gone are the days where
When you were hiding in my lap
Angry with your friends
Or persistence used to eat Jalebi
Put clasp was swinging
Used childish suddenness
You know, the day never return
But you can come
Meet me once a month
In the Old Age Home,
O my son!
- Dr Sharad Singh