Best Prasad Poems

There is always a next time...

Sometimes we lose a change
Sometimes we miss an opportunity
    Sometimes we fail to achieve the target
    Sometimes we lack in honesty

We try our best to reach the target
we make efforts to complete our aim...

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Pain of loosing you...........


Black Clouds gather in the sky
Weeping along with me
Because they know the fact that 
Loosing you is painful for me

Only the sweet memories of the past
Have remained behind
It is only your sweet face
which does not vanish from my mind


the moments we had...

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Nobody….
  
       Nobody will see
       what good you do,
       but everybody will observe
      where you go wrong

    ...

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Why Not Me??


     Success is a dream,
     Which all dare to see
                    Some become successful in a short...

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Indian culture 

 We start with namaste always 
  We give respect to everyone 
 We run behind our Elder's in
  a family may be they are arrogant 
 for there values 

 We run to create a new trend of 
 Democratic...

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Sailor - A Hindi Poem in English

I am giving below a Hindi Poem of a great Indian Hindi writer Jai Shankar Prasad (30 January 1890 – 15 November 1937). I have translated this short Poem in English and I am placing it here on PS...

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Hindi lines of the Verse given here in English
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Tp nahin kewal jeevan satya
Karun yah shanik deen avasaad
Taral aakaanshaa se bharaa
So rahaa aashaa kaa  aalhaad.01
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English version as translated by me
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"Tenacity is not the only truth of life 
It’s a state of pitiable dry gloom 
Filled...

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A Poem to love 

To day I am placing here a great Hindi poem of a renowned poet
Translated by me as a poem which I hope would touch your mind 
And heart intensely.
From the day I read this poem in between a play its wordings
Have...

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Spring field
Fun filled

Green teen
Play clean

Forties
Sorties

Sink Pink
Drink, wink

Spread Red
Hot bed

Love Fete
Soul-mate

01.03.16




Holika, commonly called Holi is a spring festival celebrated in India and neighbouring countries, at the approach of the spring season, during the 3 or 4 days preceding the full moon day in the month of...

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O ' My Master, Bat my hat with your pat
My hat is my ego, my arrogance
Which I rare take off when enter near Thee
You being master pat it so not be inflated.

Life after life has accumulated and stored
None but your enemy-the Ego which poses
Hindrance to...

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Patradoot or The Messenger32 /Many 
  
English version by Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

DESCRIPTION OF MY HOUSE

You will find a small simple temple,
In front of my house, dear letter,
And you would be fascinated to...

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HOLY PUDDING
Creamy pale  flour toasting slowly in clear butter
Rhythmic strokes glaze it glistening ochre brown
Suffusing  sanctum with spiritual fervour
Wafts of rich aroma languidly mount

Bursting sweetness from gold tinged grains
Blessed offering satiates pious souls
Amidst dulcet chants of sonorous refrain
Resonating a trail of endless echoes

Earlier...

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I've climbed the monkey-sided mountains
overlooking Rishikesh;
a spill of Rishis in the granite bowl below,
each with callous, with incense, with their
various beggaries...each sweet-tongued with 
prasad.

I've bent to kiss a broken man;
my lips on his toes, his laugh in my ear.
Antarayaami statuary all around.
Japa mala japa mala...

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"A Blessing In Disguise"

Sometimes life shuts you down
Scatters all your dreams & makes you bound...
This time I was all about to quit
Everything was vanished & badly hit...
I thought how will my family & I'll survive
We were trapped from all the sides...
Suddenly, I shook off my...

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Life is nothing but a vanity box
All rumours and and a call hoax
to make a noise all around
Vigilant are all and nothing found

Asked a stranger, why then thou art here?
My best is gone and left no treasure
Thoughts are wrinkled hearing so
me also thoughts the days...

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