और कब तक ...

आ गया वो...

लड़की की देह में ...

बात करने दो ...

लड़की ...

प्रकाश पर्व मंगलमय हो ...

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

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रूप चतुदर्शी शुभ हो ....

पराकाष्ठा ....

The height ….

In this metropolis

While going to office

Leave me be

Behind the bars

I'd live there

Until you came

It is the height of my love

And your distrust….

- Dr Sharad Singh

मैं फिर से जी सकूं ...

कृपया इसे भी पढ़ें...

 सहजीवन पर विचारोत्तेजक उपन्यास

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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 

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

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