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
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
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Categories:
bihar, child, life, mother,
Form: Rhyme
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
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