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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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