Pushkar Bisht Poems

O Almighty,
May a bright and cheerful
Morning knock at the door.
May all rays of the sun
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O Man,
Don’t forget
These flowers have life,
But you crush them callously
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When I was in my teens,
He was in his eighties,
but the immense gap of our age
didn't interfere between us.
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My mom is a very good.
She never does any harm to anybody.
She never taught me to fight with anybody.
Now, she is running thirty-eight.
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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,
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O Mother,
After retiring from the world,
Tears were in the eyes of people
They just felt miserable,
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If the words understand your pain,
Why don’t you take them down?
They can reduce your pain,
And will bring you a great pleasure.
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After the rain stops,
The weather again happily dances & jumps
Then the wind frisks from home to home
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Here lies a poet dead,
After going through deep melancholy of life
In the bed of death
Sorrow doesn’t engulf the poet any more,
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If you ever become angry with me, sister
You scold me or beat me or punish me,
But don’t stop talking to me & go away,
I know that my bad doings hurt your heart,
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