Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India
Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India Poems
INTRODUCTION
This is not a poem for beauty.
This is a poem for truth.
Not written to decorate pages,
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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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O gentle Sleep, so calm, so deep,
You come when weary hearts must weep.
When books fall still from tired hands,
And drifting thoughts obey no commands.
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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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God is a name that human tongues design,
By faith declared, by proof no clear sign.
No test confirms Him, no strict law defines,
No scale can weigh the hope that thought confines.
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Love is not the hunger of the skin,
Nor the fever that asks to be owned.
Love is a quiet light within,
A flame that learns to stand alone.
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Hurry up now, hands keep moving, thresher running loud and empty,
Rest can wait and shade comes later, water follows work completed.
Grain lies hidden in the harvest, separate the seed from chaff now,
Feed the machine fast and steady, keep the turning cycle flowing.
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We taught machines to count and learn,
To help us think and help us earn.
They read our words, they hear our voice,
They help us make a better choice.
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The weary sun sinks low in evening's fire,
And paints the sky with thoughts of fading gold;
He walks his path, obedient to time's desire,
And leaves the day to darkness calm and cold.
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Time flows on, both swift and deep,
It holds the dreams we wish to keep.
It never stops, it runs so wide,
Those who work, it lifts with pride.
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This is not made to sound sweet or fine,
This poem speaks when silence hurts the most;
When money makes our own blood cross the line,
And turns a home into a broken post.
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He entered war too young to know its fear,
Yet bore a flame that age could not come near.
The circling trap that Drona's wisdom made,
He broke alone, while greater warriors stayed.
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Across the sands of silent land,
Where faith and duty meet,
There walked a man of spoken truth
With vow beneath his feet.
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Long ago, beside a river wide and bright,
There lived a king who loved what was right.
The land was green, the people were free,
And dreams were calm like the open sea.
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Indian children strong and bright,
Known for courage, truth, and light.
But strength is not from words we say,
It comes from food we eat each day.
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Chandrayaan Second was India's dream,
To touch the Moon with a science team.
Not with swords, not with war or fire,
But books, belief, and a brave desire.
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The silent dusk moves gently through the sky,
The fading stars grow pale, the winds grow still;
A softer hush replaces every cry,
As night obeys a sorrow deeper still.
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Do not fear the exam today,
Breathe in deep, you'll find your way.
Marks are numbers, small and few,
They do not define the real you.
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When attention drifts and effort fades,
The mind grows weak in quiet shades.
Lessons heard but not held tight
Fail to sharpen thought or sight.
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Some gather wealth with restless mind,
Yet leave their duties far behind.
They save and count, but fail to see
What cost their careful coins may be.
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Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India Biography
Rajendra Prasad Meena is an English teacher and a poet, born in Jaipur, India. He has been teaching English in a private school since 2007. With every passing year, his love for words and stories has grown like a quiet river. He studied at the University of Rajasthan and is now pursuing his M.A. in English from Rajasthan University. Teaching children has taught him how feelings speak in simple ways and how small moments carry deep meaning. Poetry lives close to his heart. In his poems, he writes about silence, time, love, pain, hope, and the gentle thoughts that rest inside us. His poems are simple, honest, and soft like a child's voice. For him, poetry is a friend that listens, a mirror of the soul, and a bridge between hearts.)
The Best Poem Of Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India
The Peaceful Family
INTRODUCTION
This is not a poem for beauty.
This is a poem for truth.
Not written to decorate pages,
but to shake silent hearts.
This poem is born from pain,
from blood that forgot its own blood,
from a house that stood strong,
and a family that chose peace over war.
THE PEACEFUL FAMILY
There was a family, calm and quiet,
living with simple needs and honest work.
They believed blood is sacred,
stronger than money,
stronger than land.
They trusted family members,
not knowing greed grows fastest
inside familiar faces.
THE GREEDY SIDE
On the other side stood
the children and grandchildren
of three dead old men.
Men were gone,
but greed was alive—
in their sons,
their women,
their hunger.
They wanted comfort without work,
wealth without sweat,
and land without shame.
THE LAND AND THE LIE
The land was in the peaceful family's name.
To keep peace alive,
they gave it away willingly.
Money came,
but it was divided among the greedy ones.
Land was recognised,
but movable property was stolen.
Locks were broken,
houses were entered,
and silence was treated as weakness.
THE NIGHT OF FEAR
One night before leaving,
stones filled the sky.
Sticks, rods, and anger ruled the street.
An old mother cried.
Children screamed.
The crowd was bigger.
The attack was brutal.
The young man wanted to step forward,
but the numbers were against them.
He chose wisdom over bloodshed.
That choice saved lives.
LEAVING HOME
The family left their own house.
Not because they were wrong,
but because peace was their strength.
They carried clothes on their bodies,
a few animals,
one motorcycle,
and a heart full of dignity.
They did not go to police.
They did not chase revenge.
They trusted time.
LAW AT ZERO
Law stayed at zero.
Society watched silently.
No voice spoke for justice.
But silence does not mean defeat.
It means waiting.
AFTER YEARS
Fifteen years passed.
The greedy remained hungry,
never satisfied.
Stolen things brought no peace.
The peaceful family rebuilt everything—
slowly, honestly, strongly.
They are alive.
They stand tall.
They roar like a lion in silence.
QUESTIONS TO THE WORLD
Is money greater than blood?
Can wealth erase family?
Can greed replace humanity?
Today, 'family' is spoken,
but forgotten.
MESSAGE TO THE READER
What is taken by force
will vanish by time.
What is built with dignity
will stand forever.
Choose blood over money.
Choose justice over greed.
Choose peace over violence.
Because the future is watching.
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