This is my life
I have two bottom wear
Three shorts kurta design
For going out
A smile like a crow ????
Two lungi
No underwear
Faded clothes to reuse daily My friends
This is my life
Categories:
kurta, age,
Form: Bio
"I entered the bus, full and crowded,
Wearing a white kurta, pure and unblemished.
But when I got off, it was stained red,
Without consent, my dignity was shed.
I walked to the store, trying to escape,
But the red spread, a constant ache.
Inside the store, it grew even more,
A reminder of the pain I couldn't ignore.
I took an auto, trying to find solace,
But the driver's eyes, they kept on watching me,
Popping through the mirror, a gaze so bold,
Making me feel vulnerable, young and old.
I finally reached home, seeking refuge and peace,
But the red followed, a constant release.
Where am I safe? Where can I hide?
From the pain, the shame, the tears I've cried?"
Categories:
kurta, women,
Form: Free verse
Listen listen respected MAA
Forget my all mistakes
If I die for my nation
Open windows all the gates
So that soul of mine could enter
Could see father and you MAA
And sit down on lap MOM
To re feed your milk my MAA
And could ask all you
To forget my all evils
And forget my presence symbol
As I return to crush the perils
I remember early awakening
And remember glassful milk
I remember your calling
To wearing Kurta made of silk
Believe Believe and trust me MAA
I will return to serve the nation
Will rejoin beloved army
I remember milk your taken
* MAA (Hind) = Mother
Composed by :(c) Hariom Sharma, CFA
Source Book : Keep Smiling
Publisher: PJH Publications
E-MAIL : hari.cfa@gmail.com
For more poems please search "hariomsharmapoetry" on facebook
where lakh of poetry lover meet daily and scroll the page. Hare Ram.
https://www.facebook.com/hariomsharmapoetry/
Categories:
kurta, mother, patriotic,
Form: Rhyme
When all the world is a giant burden,
Banerji sir, my colleague, a true SST Allen.
“Maan ki bat Modi ke Sath; rest other shun,”,
Says always my friend Banarji, never stun
Or stagger or startle, never remains barren.
Best friend who teaches Dhruvi and others Balkan,
Or India with psychology, without an apron.
Kenil, Hari, Bhavin, Shivani had some unban;
With Favourite dish of Dada, a fish; talks on Patan,
Sings hymns, buzzes about Mahakali one.
Says, “Your age is less than my profession.”
Scolds us, “Worst batch of year” – a Pun?
He is Bangali babu, wears dhoti, kurta even,
Talks about SST, and about doors wide open.
He is a Brahman, takes plausible action,
Wearing a chevron, is our Divine’s lion.
Meshwa, Diya, and Pitambar are clearly won,
With Aryan, Harsh, Nupur, Dishal and billion.
Let it be Shakespeare or Keats or Byron
He is through with all, has a great fortune.
Appreciates my Monorhyme and region
Never keeps quiet, but is pure bullion.
Dear to my students, Esha, Jeet or Rohan.
Prosper a lot is my wish, Oh! Aaron!
Categories:
kurta, confidence, kids, friend, future,
Form: Monorhyme
All I Know about Hinduism
Squealing,
I adorned myself
with bangles
which followed my suit
as they clinked.
Combing my hair
and placing flowers
they contained the same level of energy
as I did.
Running around
thinking I was a princess
reality: the bride was the real deal.
Tripping on the hard stone floor
a gentle hand lifts me up
puts a sweet
into my tiny hands.
Five years later
I take my seat on the tile floor.
Wearing leggings and a kurta like all others
who sit in straight rows.
Reading from the slokas on the poster
making sure we say Om
three times before starting.
Clasping both hands
we pray to every special guide in our lives.
Understanding how each one of them has molded us.
Five years later, I sit in front of my laptop.
Wearing sweat pants and a shirt like my sister.
Worshipping daily after taking a shower does not wash away the sins.
Having a plan for the future does not mean I know what it will turn out to be.
All I do know is I have friends up there
who will listen to me and
who will help me.
That’s all I know.
10/9/2014
Categories:
kurta, age, appreciation, change, god,
Form: Free verse
AMERICAN BEAUTY
THE BLACK KURTA OF YOURS WAS
LIKE AMERICAN BEAUTY OF ALL TIMES
THEY ARE THE GREATEST OF THE HUMANS
SO YOU THEE,MY AMERICAN BEAUTY
GET THE FEEL OF IT
THEY ARE THE HOLIEST OF THE PEOPLE AND
PSALMS OF THE COSMO
YOU WORE THAT BLACK REPRESENTED
AMERICAN BEAUTY OF ALL TIMES
TO BECOME PUREST OF SUPERNATURAL BEING
OH!MY AMERICAN BEAUTY OF ALL TIMES
THE BLACK YOU WORE MADE YOU
AMERICAN BEAUTY OF ALL TIMES
NOTE:THE POEM I WROTE IT FOR MY GF WHEN SHE WORE BLACK INDIAN ATTIRE .
I COMPARED IT WITH BLACK PEOPLE OF AMERICA ,HOW THEY WON PEOPLE 'S
HEART .
Categories:
kurta, girlfriend-boyfriendpeople, beauty, beauty, people,
Form: I do not know?