Daily Archives: September 19, 2016

बुनाई का गीत  – केदारनाथ सिंह 

उठो सोये हुए धागोंउठो उठो कि दर्जी की मशीन चलने लगी है उठो कि धोबी पहुँच गया घाट पर उठो कि नंगधड़ंग बच्चे जा रहे हैं स्कूल उठो मेरी सुबह के धागो और मेरी शाम के धागों उठो उठो कि … Continue reading

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Basanta – Kedarnath Singh

और बसन्त फिर आ रहा है शाकुन्तल का एक पन्ना मेरी अलमारी से निकलकर हवा में फरफरा रहा है फरफरा रहा है कि मैं उठूँ और आस-पास फैली हुई चीज़ों के कानों में कह दूँ ‘ना’ एक दृढ़ और छोटी-सी … Continue reading

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Poem – The Artist 

In deafening silence she examines  the portraits of her begoned past,  surrounding her entity with dark,  pieces of life lost in every one.  That what she has painted haunts  the empty hours late at night,  that what was sculpted in … Continue reading

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Poem – Achieve Your Dream

Achieve your dream today,  For it will come soon,  Work hard to it’s your chance to,  Take your dream steadfast,  You can be what you want to,  It is your dreams go,  I dare you to go for it,  Like … Continue reading

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Poem – My Native Land

Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne’er within him burn’d, As home his footsteps he hath turn’d From wandering on a foreign … Continue reading

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Poem – Border Ballad

March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale,  Why the deil dinna ye march forward in order!  March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale,  All the Blue Bonnets are bound for the Border.  Many a banner spread, Flutters above your head,  Many a crest that … Continue reading

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Poem – Bonny Dundee

To the Lords of Convention ’twas Claver’se who spoke.  ‘Ere the King’s crown shall fall there are crowns to be broke;  So let each Cavalier who loves honour and me,  Come follow the bonnet of Bonny Dundee.  Come fill up … Continue reading

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