Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India Poems

A thought is born
quietly,
in the soft chamber of the mind
It does not stay there long.
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Within the silence of the mind, A million doors await to shine; Where numbers sleep in rows of stone, And words create a world unknown.

A number is a nameless star, A distant light, a world afar; But give it wings, a face, a name, And memory lights its inner flame.
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Go not where no invitation lies,
Lest silent scorn should meet your eyes.
Unwelcome there your presence seems,
So linger here, and guard your dreams.
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The sun hangs low
like a golden thought
someone almost spoke,
then swallowed into silence.
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A grey feather
catches a slice of morning light,
and his neck—
a little mirror of green and violet—
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In silent rooms with tired eyes,
They work through dark and restless skies.
Pens move fast, hearts stay true,
Preparing lists for me and you.
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Silence did not arrive gently—
it stayed,
when words refused to carry
the heaviness inside me.
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How sweet the internet may seem at first,
Yet slowly steals the treasure of our day;
We wander there with never-ending thirst,
And let our golden hours fade away.
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Before the world awakens from the arms of night,
When darkness slowly loosens its fading hold,
The eastern sky begins to breathe with light,
And dawn unfolds its story, soft and gold.
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O Winter, pale monarch of the silent night,
Thou com'st with frosty breath and iron air;
The moon stands trembling in thy silver light,
While shivering earth lies naked and bare.
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