Pushkar Bisht Poems
|41.||My Childhood School||3/31/2013|
|42.||My Prayer To All||3/31/2013|
|43.||My Steps With Him||3/31/2013|
|44.||No More Tears In My Eyes||3/31/2013|
|45.||No Respect For The Little Thing||3/31/2013|
|47.||Nothing Is More Beautiful Than Humanity..||3/31/2013|
|48.||O Beautiful Ray!||3/31/2013|
|50.||Pearls Of Wisdom||12/3/2013|
|51.||When You Stand At My Grave||3/31/2013|
|52.||You Can Change The World With A Smile||10/25/2014|
|53.||You Can Create||3/31/2013|
|54.||You Don’t Need To Follow Me, I Am Nothing||12/23/2013|
A Beautiful Flower Rose
Rose is a beautiful flower,
Having a lot of fragrance
Growing among the deadly thorns,
It has never lost its beauty.
Being under the care of sun,
Getting the power from the sun,
It never fades but glows brightly.
Becoming itself a good present to the sweet-heart.
Keeping the negative energy away,
Bringing a positive attitude towards us,
What else do we need from it?
It just offers a good love to us.
Offering rose at the feet of God,
Rose itself feels proud of performing,
Its duty for the sake of Lord,
Taking the last breath ...
All The Poets
We begin a war of new ideas,
In which the world is restricted,
And the people are absorbed in their own world,
We poets are restless to better the home,
Where all dwell in gloom.
Why the world so small
the people think?
Why not ordinary things