Biography of Rajpal Singh
On this orb of death,
In 1964, me Heaven made fall,
For, I could take my first breath,
And to be called ‘Rajpal’
And to give joy to them all
Who hung around for nine months and not less
For this prisoner to get enthralled
In the cell of blood and flesh.
My custodians, guards and warders
To make this detenu flourished
With all traits of mind and soul
Sustained, supported and nourished.
Themselves suffered they scorch summery,
But me they kept under shadowy tree.
Me they schooled to develop faculties
And to earn for me a post degree.
Never thought I or dreamt ever
That could a verse be writ by me ever.
But it being known to me so far
That language and thought her two components be.
Former maketh her body and latter the immortal part:
Without the latter, it is like a lifeless corpse.
And only a month before nineteen ninety nine,
Decided I to make a good start
By writing for Him a few lines,
In His name and only in His praises,
But soon I found drenched in deluge of phrases.
My first verse bloomed from an invisible bud,
And I named it “In Search Of God”.
Rajpal Singh's Works:
'MOKSHA-THE SALVATION'- is my first book published in 2011, by Mahabodhi Book Agency, Culcutta. It is a long Verse comprising 2076 verse lines. The book is available with the publisher.
Rajpal Singh Poems
Love- The Path Of Salvation
Not a sin as you think it is, For it blesses with inexpressible bliss. No material of this sphere, no sense Can give joy so immense.
Hah Carmel! (A Satire)
Oh! A teacher so brainy and bright, From his profound scholarly insight The judgments he plucks, though, The right and wrong he never knows;
Beauty And Sweet Poetry
Listen carefully O' distant friends of mine, Never be personal when thou read my verse line. 'THOU ' though addresses thee is meant for all fair beings Whose fairness inspires a muse to dance and sing.
Like a tyrant of remote past You invaded and encroached into my heart. Having plundered my heart's precious jewel You imprisoned me in your heart's cell.
Your reticence speaks that all What you never reciprocate at all. Though you are tied with someone else, My love is fixed and never grows less.
3 What magic in her voice has she With which she often tantalizes me; Ignorant am I though about her unseen beauty,
Call-Centre 1 ‘Sir' often she calls me,
The Literary Galaxy
Happy New Year,2012 wish I To all those who are nearer or afar, And to this vast literary family Of Metverse Muse, the literary star,
Never Think Me A Flirt
Never think I am false at heart, Nor me a liar, or a flirt. Though my staggering speaks against me, It is but the maiden look which the real culprit be.
At thy super command Nebular Ocean was churned, Sun and planets were formed; Nature emerged out,
Strangle Me Not
Thousand thousand miles away, O’ hotty, You liv’th in Nytva’s land fold; Why do hide silvery beauty Inside cruel cloth’s fold.
O' never call me a flirt, Nor my motion a flirting. This wavering of the naive heart Is being caused by looks bewitching.
Strangle Me Not
Thousand thousand miles away, O’ hotty,
You liv’th in Nytva’s land fold;
Why do hide silvery beauty
Inside cruel cloth’s fold.
Cries the body “strangle me not
With cloth’ O’ maid, sweet and suave,
All with time do fade and rot,
Whatever flourish within this Earth’s curve.”
So why do inflict on yourself so much anguish,