Biography of vijay gupta
vijay gupta Poems
Am I Insane?
Am I insane? They were eating, drinking and dancing on the floor. Unfortunately I was there. A newspaper having horrible news was in my hand.
“bound To Work”
“Bound to work” She was ailing with pain. Work speed was some slow still then she was working. Why?
Street children Ask from such a person Who has no roof over his head? Ask from such a person
Asking death Your heart is broken up now. You are very sad today You are also asking death from the god.
Arrogant words I have passed enough time in the shadow of arrows. They hurt me but I am alive.
Save Me My egg, beautiful egg, The bird was singing a song with gay. Suddenly, a crow attacked on her to snatch her egg
I Am I
I am I Lack of brotherhood and lack of patience are causing problems upon problems
Partition Of India In 1947 Was Must.
Partition of India in 1947 was must. Partition of India was the need of that hour in 1947. The than leaders of India like Mahatma Gandhi and Nehru did well by accepting the partition of our country. It was good for the sake of Hindus, Muslims & for the country other wise more than ten crores of people could die in the wake of violence erupted during independence struggle before and after 1947.
Bar Drunker man avoids any thing except wine & bar. What he got there? Peace, regard & need of the body are available to him there.
Half-curved moon Half-curved moon was brightening in the sky. It was night. Cool air was blowing.
A Commander With Out Portfolio
A commander with out portfolio Life goes on slowly & slowly. Time passes away rapidly. When I grew form a child to a father
Tribute To A Martyr
Tribute to a Martyr Struggle, Struggle & Struggle. Since the humankind, we are witnessing unaccountable murders, ruins & so many barbarous acts, which are very much painful. Are we the human beings different from the animals?
A Friendly Match
A friendly match It was dark night. Match between the team night & the fire-flies were to start. Stars were twinkling in the sky
Burning men Why are you burning us? Why are you killing us? What is our fault?
Cry Of A Child
“Cry of a child”
Balloon, balloon, balloon,
cry of a kid attract the attention of many,
at the gate of school.
A kid with his mother was going to the school.
There was a paddler having so many balloons.
Kid want a balloon, mother refused,
but he became crying.
Such scenes can be seen when three meets at one place,