ek chanchal aasmaan ,
jo udti chidiyon ka sahaara banta hai
Bottle main phasi woh chitthi
jiske liye samundar ka kinaara Banta hai
woh nanhe per. jinhe maathe se lagakar
devi ka darja diya jaata hai
usi ret main kahin uski laash dabi hogi
kyunki shyd woh bdi hogai
aur zamaane ki nighaaon main
uska darja bhagwan se utarkar
kisi khilone ka bnn gya
.
A playful sky,
which becomes the support of flying birds
That letter trapped in a bottle
for which the shore of the ocean becomes
those little ones, whom by pressing to the forehead
the status of a goddess is given
Somewhere in that same sand,
her corpse might be buried
because perhaps she has grown up
and in the eyes of the world
her status, descending from God,
became a toy of someone
Categories:
banta, child abuse, cry, discrimination,
Form: Free verse
Honourable scribe of Santa Singh, Banta Singh.
Patented Knight, with malice towards one and all.
Aging beast of H.T. fame, heartless Singh of Singhs.
O! Lewd one, discourage not the budding souls.
Heard Bond wrote a piece; you break another heart.
‘If’ was quoted twenty, but you played your wicked part.
Is it not, the aged who learn with the passage of time.
Supreme are the paths of learning for those who rhyme.
Beware! Prarthana still remains unaware;
‘Who hath done it and where?’ fails to compare.
Macbeth’s jealous theories, and your side of the real story.
You holier than thou, atop those mountains of sand,
Basking in the limelight’s of sheer indulgent praise.
True lord! These exalted, hearken Kalyug’s arrival.
Categories:
banta, life
Form: Free verse