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Hina Saxena Poem
A heart that cries more than me
in my pain.
Whose congenial and benign teachings
make me sane.
A warm touch that dispels from me
the gales of worry.
Whose proximity ensures me that I'm
protected by her under furry.
A helping hand that always hold me
whenever I'm about to lose.
& my first teacher who makes me to
distinguish between donts' and dos'.
A voice and nothing more, an Angel
who is entirely mine just after my birth.
And she is none other but 'My Mother',
The God on Earth.
Although to define her in words is
beyond my skill.
Nevertheless I can say that her pace in
my life, none can fill.
She is the one who needs not a single
word of me to understand.
In my devastation, she is always there
to provide effusively her hand.
In the weariness of my life, with her,
I may lose to be in link.
But she ever remembers me whenever I
breathe or my eyes blink.
I can say that in search of heaven,
I needn't to go anywhere.
I would like to put my head in my
mother's lap, as its only there..
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Hina Saxena Poem
I am 'SHE'.
The form of Goddess 'Durga' & 'Laxmi',
I used to be.
But where the hell I'm today?
Where in the search of
my own identity,
I have to pay.
In this patriarchy,
my soul has been killed
& body has been groped.
Each & every step outside
has become exploit for me.
Eyes scanning my body,
& indecent remarks for me
everywhere,I use to hear and see.
I am languishing here,
living with low spirits
& fed up of my bug-bear.
Of being raped & abducted,
I always have the fear.
I'm anguished in this milieu,
sighing and sheding tears
in the corner of my room.
My regular nightmarish experiences
made me to cry over my doom.
More than chilly & pepper sprays,
propriety in society will help me.
And I'm waiting for
that pleasant day when
safety will go hand in hand with 'SHE'..
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Hina Saxena Poem
We know only those faces,
We have seen in history.
Yet countless strange faces are there
Who fought for the country.
We can never repudiate
Selfless sacrifices of those men,
So I am paying tribute to all those
Martyrs and soldiers through my pen.
Indulged in your duties,
Far away from your family and loving ones.
You fight for our
Dreams, hopes and liberty,
Strutting boldly amidst the raging guns.
Whether it is scorching rays of Sun
Or it is blood freezing cold,
You fight relentlessly
Standing so strong and bold.
You are the true sons of the nation.
For the sake of our lives,
Irrigating this land with your blood
Is your only passion.
Time will never obliterate the fact…
You stand for us like an adobe.
With lion like courage and firmness of temper,
You have made our tricolor
Shimmer throughout the globe.
Death can’t cease you to live
As you live even after dying.
I salute your martyrdom,
For you never got older.
Fighting to keep us free,
It is the stiffest thing
To be you- A SOLDIER......
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Hina Saxena Poem
'What is Love?'
For someone,its an ocean to dive.
For someone,its like honey from hive.
For someone,its a song to sing.
For someone,its like flying without wing.
But to love & to be loved is not easy.
As everything is not always well.
So what's love,through my pen,
i'm going to tell.
Once there was a boy and a girl.
The girl was cute & boy was nice.
Both loved each other a lot,
& could understand each others' heart's voice.
The boy used to say to the girl,
"I am living with no heart.
I have given it to you &
now you hold my this special part."
Everything was good and going fine,
But no lovestory is possible without pinch of pine.
One day the guy told her,
"On me,my parents have good hope.
I don't want to disgust them
as well as with them,i can't cope.
I can't promise you to marry
but we will be friends always."
The girl didn't complain for anything
& with a compelled smile,she says,
"My hapiness lies in that everything
that makes you and your family to rejoice.
I have no issue and always agree
with your every decision and choice."
Few years later,
the boy became a successful one.
His parents chose a rich girl,
and with her,they married their son.
Day after his marriage,
when he was unwrapping his gifts,
his eyes fell upon a big box,
that was packed attractively & hi lifts.
On opening that,he found a glass jar,
full of blood and a heart in it.
Firstly he shocked but started crying
after reading the enclosed note chit.
Actually,the gift was from his love
& it was last note of her life.
"Idiot,if your heart will be with me,
what will you give to your wife.?"
The message from this story
that i would like to give.
"Never find a reason to love,
but be the reason for someone to live.
Love is a precious feeling.
It never dies if it is pure.
its not to get someone but
to give up anything for him,make it sure.."
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Life is too short to be lived and only one we get.
So cheer up always and don't live it with your eyes wet.
Try to scatter the pearls of smile all around you.
As pains are short-lived,for dark times as dew.
Make yourself detach from every negative thought.
Forget every moment when you were sad or fought.
Real pleasure of life is experienced only by smiling face.
As smile comes when you prove yourself & win life's race.
Inspite of being best,you should learn to be good first.
'What can i learn from him?' this should be your thirst.
Never hate others for the things they have not.
But love them for the qualities that they have got.
Failures never come to desperate or make you weep.
They come to teach us how to stand before we leap.
What we lost is not as important as what we are going to gain.
Work hard without losing hope as your efforts never go in vain.
Tension,tears,sadness these all kill your precious time.
Prefer sweetnesss of happiness & coolness to the sour lime.
So always be happy and try to be the reason for someone to please.
Now relax your mind & atlast click your smile by saying 'cheese'..
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