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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

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

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

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