Best Bihar Poems
Bihar is my birthplace
filled with different culture , language and face
personalities like Aryabhatta , Chanakya left their trace
no Bihari wants to lose
everyone wants to win the race
we have got a competitive personality
Bihar is one of the best choice for educational facility
People are daring
they do not fear in facing the reality
Lord Buddha is a great part of our state
when it comes to opportunities , we Biharis don't wait
They don't depend on others
they create their own fate
to finish a work , they do it today
they don't need a date
they like things to be done in speed
but no hurry no late
Biharis always encourage love
and discourage hate
hope you will like my Bihar
we Biharis are waiting for you
Better don't be late!!!!!
Categories:
bihar, places,
Form:
Light Verse
Life is beautiful
Happiness is state of mind
Spiritual pursuit elevates soul
Alexander too departed with empty hand
Happiness is state of mind
Emperors too faced gloom’s wrath
Alexander too departed with empty hand
Eventually all is ash
Emperors too faced gloom’s wrath
Mahavira renounced Kingdom in search of Peace
Eventually all is ash
Live to Die with grace
Mahavira renounced kingdom in search of Peace
Temporal pursuits increase senses hunger
Live to die with grace
Die as if lived forever
Temporal pursuit increase senses hunger
Spiritual pursuit elevates soul
Die as if lived forever
Life is beautiful
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Notes :
Alexander the Great is the most celebrated Greek King, known for vast conquests, ruled
one of the largest empire in ancient history.
Mahavira, son of King Siddartha and Queen Trishla, ruled kingdom, now part of Bihar ( a
State of India). At the age of 30, Mahavira renounced his kingdom, gave up his his princely
possessions and spent 12 years as an ascetic. He went on to establish the central tenets of
Jainism. He was the 24th and last Jain Tirthankara.
© Hitendra Mehta
Place : Honorable Mention
Entry for Members contest – Pantoum by Paula Swanson
Categories:
bihar, death, lifesenses,
Form:
Pantoum
Heaven of Childhood
I was seven when
I chanced to glance my heaven,
a peaceful haven.
Small town Deoghar
in India, sate Bihar,
short stay however.
Amazing errand.
I discovered my dreamland,
solitary strand.
Restless flowing brook.
On stream pebbles and stones shook,
cheerful to look.
Somewhere wide or thin
or deep or shallow, yet clean.
Nature was pristine.
Surrounded by hill,
forest to arouse my thrill,
Great Nature to feel.
Sank in fine flora,
whelmed in nice wild aroma,
prim panorama.
Collected descent
smooth shiny stones transparent
gems-like apparent.
When seven by age
first closeness with foliage,
river, mountain range.
My zealous venture
to blend myself in Nature.
Peerless picture.
11/06/16
Series of Rhyming Haiku with mono rhyming stanzas
Categories:
bihar, appreciation, nature,
Form:
Haiku
I SALUTE BABU KUNWAR SINGH
Let me tell you the story of a true warrior king,
‘Ran Bankura’, grand old Babu Kunwar Singh;
Who was a land lord
But wielded the sword!
Remember the rebellion of 1857, when India had a first shout
Babu Kunwar led it in Bihar and did it without any doubt.
Imagine the wonderful forests, ground and ‘the cave’, who witnessed the gorilla warfare
In a fight of pride and honor when everything was not fair.
The neighing horses, the collision of swords and a command of old man
He will not get defeated, that is the best he can!
He was old yet brave, he died a master and not a slave.
It tells us there is no age to fight,
What matters is the spirit and the feel for right.
We all know of Jack n Jill but
Shouldn’t we know the old man’s will!
The force was grounded, his hand was wounded.
He went ahead and cut his hand,
To protect his people and to free his land.
Categories:
bihar, freedom, inspirational, patriotic, soldier,
Form:
Verse
A 23 year old girl who was very happily living in this world,
from Bihar this girl came to Delhi to become A DOCTOR.
Her pretty face appearance was shown for the last time to her parents,
as her dreams had all split as the turning point in this girl's life was quite absurd.
it was not at all an understandable situation as NIRBHAYA on the night of 16 December
was in a white bus where,for 2 hours she was brutally beaten up.
The six people behaved in such a vulgar way,as the girl had asked them for there
body parts to donate.
This incident was a shocking one,as nothing like this had happened in the past.
Rallies were held for her,people were crying,as she was fighting for her life,
but her will power was so strong,that she told her parents
that she was going to come back to see the 6 demons die on the spot.
Unfortunately this did not happen as her last breath she took was on 29 December.
But her parents continued to fight for her,and at last NIRBHAYA got her justice in the
second week of September the 4 were ordered to be hanged.
Among them there was a teenager who was jailed by the commissioners,
one of them hanged himself as his guilt had irritated him for the behavior he had done.
After that the whole world rejoiced on the victory of this brave girl,who was no more
but only in the candle lights of the people.
Categories:
bihar, grief,
Form:
Free verse
Vasava
An untold story Part 03/Many
Description of the Vasava's Amazing Beauty - continues
Glimpse and shine of her thrilling bosoms,
Coming during her dance forms
Were revealing the beauty coming out
From the thinness of her beautiful tops
Her steps were adding more beauty
To her ever ravishing sprouting youth
Intoxicating the spectators to get lost,
For ever in that lustrous wine of her beauty
The twisting and movements,
Of her beautifully stretched arms
Were thrilling everyone on each steps,
She was taking in her dance
With each new step of dance,
She was taking out her spectator’s heart
And her songs were enchanting them,
Only to completely get lost
On her strong and beautifully shaped
Slender and pinkish legs
Her thin and delicate waist was thrilling
In joy, with joyous mirth of her youth
Her body’s movements were so free
And stress free, like an elastic
To form the enchanting dance poses,
She could have bend her body to any extent
When Vasava used to perform her dances
On the splendid wooden dancing floor
Her face began to glow in joy,
Like golden rays spreads around the beautiful Sun
And watching the shine of her lovely and
Ever glittering and shining face,
Even the Sun found it better to hide behind
The clouds or to glow low
Such was the exuberating beauty and charms
Of the wonder dancer Vasava
Who was the inhabitant of world’s most ancient
Palatial city of Patilputra*
The beautiful Vasava of the era of Buddha
Was the court dancer of the Kind of Magadh*
She was the most prestigious dweller
In the heart and minds of the people of Patilputra
Ravindra to continue in 4
Kanpur India 3rd March 2010
References
* Patilputra . The old name of Patna - a city of India in Bihar state
Patilputra was one the most ancient city of ancient
India situated near river Ganges.
* Magadh The Kingdom of Magadh was located current Bihar
And other adjoining states of India.
Categories:
bihar, life, love, musicdance, beautiful,
Form:
Free verse
(On the Mother’s day)
Born out of my mother’s womb,
My hazed eyes of the present day
Converge the soft soil of this samsara
Feeling the amorous warmth
Of illimitable and immeasurable
I'm quite conscious of.
Grown up I'm
In the tough and sturdy legs
Massaged by the pure oil
Of immeasurable mind.
Matured I’m as the absolute man -
The conception of
My affectionate motherhood.
In the time passing by,
When my mother turned
Old enough to fragility and frailty,
Then my mindful memory
Erased my own childhood -
The nam* and roop*
Of my mother in me.
I'm occupied this much
To set myself morally uprights,
Bemused I’m in my right
To concede you like my own,
Stayed far away from your presence.
The suffering you confronted
In your old and fragile body,
My nature of looking intently at you
Fell down your mind into despair.
When my mind stuck in
Brahma Bihar, the Assembly of Divinity,
I grasped you utterly.
Alas! You were then only
A lustrous star in the sky.
Merely for a day of each year,
Contentment flaunted in me by
Peeping your Nam and Roop
In me and mine
In the beholding mirror
Of the immeasurable universe.
*
Bramha Vihar, also called Chatu Bramha Vihar –
The assembly of Divinity or immeasurable
in Buddhism has four moral virtues, namely
Loving Kindness (Metta), Compassion (Karuna),
Sympathetic Joy and Equanimity (Upekkha)
Samsara – The material world
Nama – Mind and mindfulness
Rupa – Shape or form
Categories:
bihar, allusion, appreciation, blessing, confidence,
Form:
Free verse
Wake up, O mom! It's time. We have to go.
It's you who wakes me up before God bow.
Trains are coming and going. You're sleeping.
Each one passing by seems at us staring.
Have I done something wrong? Are you angry?
I'll be your good child. Feed me. I'm hungry.
“Toddler tries to awaken dead mother at Bihar station, viral video brings out migrants tragedy”
07 June 2021
Bite Size Poem no.5 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Categories:
bihar, child, life, mother,
Form:
Rhyme
5/4/2024, Vaishali, Bihar
In a society where I live,
Pride is a class identity,
And pain is a class identity again.
The color of people is cast
Into white, brown, and black,
All shades of the same soil.
People born as kings, servants, or watchdogs.
I live in a village of divided lands—
Bhumihar fields, Mallah shores, Nunia, Teli, Sonar,
Brahman, Rajput, split like crops on the farm.
I belong to the Nai—
A class of servants, kings, and watchdogs, all in one.
The air hums with stories of the Nanda Dynasty,
Pride wrapped around our class like armor.
Yet, sorrow lingers in the gaze of those
Whose eyes are heavy with dirtied dreams.
I live in a society where identity is seen
In color, cloth, and words—
Old roots buried deep like the broken tree
By Abhishek Pushkarini,
Which falls, like us, at the feet of the upper class.
My tearful words often seem lost,
As each passing day etches more pain into hearts.
But these small hands carry the strength to resist
The cruel stares of a classed society.
In a society where I live,
Pride is a class identity.
Categories:
bihar, anger, deep, history, jealousy,
Form:
Free verse