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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