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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

देवी मां प्रसन्न होंगी ...

A poem of Dr Sharad Singh

Mother Goddess will be pleased ...

For the fevered mother

Son has no time

He has fast

for Mother Goddess

who will blessed him

So be happy Mother Goddess
His future will be brighter

About mother
she is today ... not tomorrow...

Son has grown up
and mother old... 

- Dr Sharad Singh

शक्तिरूपा स्त्री ???

A poem of Dr Sharad Singh

Powerful women ???

I have a lifetime of Worship
Am
Keep doing
that was my support
and will

Until the woman's childhood have under the father

young age under husband

and old age under sons

Because

Father fears daughter will be raffish

Husband fears Wife will be misguided

and sons feels their aged mother like a load

Is this powerful woman ??? 

- Dr Sharad Singh  

तुम खुश रहो ...

A poem of Dr Sharad Singh

You stay happy...

I should not be here
The path
The flailing, begging
You have think so,
My son!
Does not I am here
If you would have recourse
But no, you stay happy
That my prayers
I will not blush by begging on the street
You believe, I will not tell
that you are my son ...

- Dr Sharad Singh