05 December 2007
First Snow of Season
Shwait hai dharti aur chandrama ko hui jalan
hriday aj phir kyun kar raha smaran
swaksh amrit banke tapakta hai yeh jal
har taraf umang phir kyun jal raha hai man
vichitra sanyog aisa ki voh apsara bekhabar
main phir kyun baitha uski yad main magan
tirche naynon main ulajhti hain chanchal kirne
khitij hai phir kyun pulkit kaisi yeh chitvan
neele ambar se utarte hain sushobhit rang
ujala hai har kan phir kyun lagi lagan
pichli barkha ki tarah yeh rang utar jayega
ho rahe jo prasan to kyun phir shithil hai tan
Shwait=White; Chandrama=Moon; Hriday=Heart; Smaran=Remembering;
Swaksh=Pure; Kirne=rays; Khitij=horizon; pulkit=happiness;
ambar=sky; kan=particle; barkha=rain; prasan=happiness; shithil=weak.
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Great!!The beauty of your poems can never be imprisoned in words by anyone..Simply inexpressibly beautiful piece of poetry!!
बहुत अच्छी कविता लिखी है..बधाइयाँ।
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