Hello Folks,
Happy independence day.....(In advance)
This time I am going to present one more poem which I have written in Dec’10 when I was In Kolkata for my Management training at IIM-C. The college is situated in Joka area; it makes people more comfortable with Joka Management College (JMC) rather than IIM-C. Even some people are there they only know JMC not the IIM-C and the most “unbelievable” part is that most of the people residing nearby area of IIM they too were not aware of the name “IIM”…………….Bad luck with you IIM-C, although you are one of the best Management colleges of the country but you are at the ”wrong place”.
Anyways come to the point………This was early cold morning of mid December (Usually in Kolkata you will never find unpleasant climate but I really hated humidity over there). I woke up at 5:30 Am….I don’t remember the last time when I woke up around 6 am (Except School days). I came outside and Because of the massive fog I was not able to see the things which were a few meters away from me, even a pool behind my room which was hardly 5 meters away from me was not visible. But one thing I saw clearly was a fine drop of “dew” on a fresh leap of a newly grew plant near to me (I don’t remember the name of the plant). The drop was live until the very first ray of sun was not came. But the drop came again in the next morning then it died……then again in the next morning it came again it died…..and goes on……..Undoubtedly It teaches me a lesson……..”Even the drop knows it will never win still it keeps trying then why we don't…..”. Why we accept the failure in life……why we are afraid of others……..why...is it really sound good……….so keep thinking……keep trying…….and make this Independence day special for you......hope u’ll get it.
Now the time to post my Poem……in the memories of The “Drop” which will never die…hope you will like it……….
Ghane andhere me chup kar baithi huyi si,
Atkheliyan karti huyi shayad so bhi gayi hai.
Bhigo kar hariyali ko apne ashruo se,
Na jane kaha gum ho bhi gayi he.
Prabhat ki nayi kirno ke sath, nayi koplon per,
Seep ke chamkte motiyo ki bhanti,
Ye choti choti boonde os ki,krida me vyast he.
Man mera bhi unmadit he sath khelne ko inke,
Magar kya mein samajh paunga inko, inke vidhan ko?
Rang sato samete huye gahraiyo me apni,
Fir bhi sangharsh rat he apne astitv ko har pal,
Kab tak sahas dikhyengi, muskurayengi aur lahrayengi?
Din chadne ki ahat pralay ban khadi hai,
Yu palak jhapakte hi kahi sath le jayengi inhe.
Mein mook darshak bana khada hu kone me ek,
Inki vidai per sirf ro hi sakta hu.
Magar is bat ki khushi he ab bhi,
Ki ye kal fir aayengi,
Muskurayengi aur lahrayengi.
Apne chutpan ko darkinar kar,
Naya savera lekar aayengi.
Nayi urja aur vishwas ke sath,
Ye boonde os ki, ye boonde os ki.
"Dev~
