Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India

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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Silence did not arrive gently—
it stayed,
when words refused to carry
the heaviness inside me.
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Do not go where words are mean,
Where teasing hurts and jokes are rude;
Such places slowly teach the heart
To lose its warmth and forget what's good.
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O Mother Saraswati, pure and bright,
Fill our minds with gentle light.
Teach us how to think and see,
What is false and what should be.
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Every evening begins with the same soft plea,
'Papa, when will you come home to me? '
Small eyes fixed on the doorway,
hope and hunger waiting the same way.
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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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When the metropolis succumbs to somnolence,
recollections attain sentience.
Those I evaded beneath diurnal pretexts
reconvene within the dominion of obscurity.
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Some words
pause at the edge of the mouth
and choose silence instead,
settling quietly
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My nights were long, where sleep would rarely stay,
Memories woke and quietly had their say.

Your name became the pillow of my head,
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Some people wear pride like a crown,
They turn truth upside down.

They call the wrong the only right,
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Talent is born where narrow streets confine,
Where hunger schools the mind before its art;
Bright thoughts mature beneath a borrowed time,
And early need instructs the willing heart.
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This line pauses
before it begins.
Not from fear,
but from care.
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I left for school with purpose in my stride,
Morning stitched with duty, calm, and light.
Then iron spoke—one sudden sound denied
The easy rhythm of a moving ride.
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The moon is like a silver ball,
(Simile) shining over all.

My teacher is a guiding light,
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A thought is born
quietly,
in the soft chamber of the mind
It does not stay there long.
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When gentle water met with noble milk,
Its simple worth grew bright without a change.
"O friend, " it asked, "why shines my humble ilk?
How did my value rise so sweet and strange? "
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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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