जैसी भी हूं ...

A poem of Dr Sharad Singh

I am also as ...

I am not  
a TV series’ flashing and  fabulous grandmother 
I have not studied four letters of English 
I don’t know Chat Well, 
I am nothing And do not know anything 
But I am your grandmother 
I am also as ...

- Dr. Sharad Singh

लौटा सको तो ...

A poem of Dr Sharad Singh

If you can return

I think, where lost

my own

Whom I gave my share of sleep

My share of bread

My share of pleasure

I don't want to take back everything

Just, if you can return, return me

A handful of love from that all

Thereby, I live the life in full of life

Before dying ...

- Dr Sharad Singh

मेरी स्मृतियां...

A poem of Dr Sharad Singh

My memories...

The river of my memories
is drying

Nobody listen my tales – stories

Grandchildren - granddaughters

do not need me

They have
there TV, video
because I'm a ‘Old dated’ !

My memories will sleep with me
One day before dawn ...

- Dr Sharad Singh

डूब रहे हैं ....

A poem of Dr Sharad Singh

Days are sinking ...

 

Eyes awaits for loved ones
are tired

With time slowly- slowly

And the days are immersed
in the sea of wrinkles

There are only so many days left now
To drowning ....

- Dr Sharad Singh

 

क्या उसे पता है ...

A poem of Dr Sharad Singh

Does he know ...

Grandma will wait
she has get tired

Does he know?
Grandmother who eats half bread
half a cup of tea drinks
but the whole-hearted worship
Does he know?

He is now a grandson or not

Grandma is still the same

Does he know ?

  - Dr Sharad Singh