Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India

Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India Poems

O Winter, pale monarch of the silent night,
Thou com'st with frosty breath and iron air;
The moon stands trembling in thy silver light,
While shivering earth lies naked and bare.
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O gentle Sleep, so calm, so deep,
You come when weary hearts must weep.
When books fall still from tired hands,
And drifting thoughts obey no commands.
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In silent rooms with tired eyes,
They work through dark and restless skies.
Pens move fast, hearts stay true,
Preparing lists for me and you.
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Time flows on, both swift and deep,
It holds the dreams we wish to keep.
It never stops, it runs so wide,
Those who work, it lifts with pride.
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Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India Biography

Rajendra Prasad Meena is an English teacher and a poet, born in Jaipur, India. He has been teaching English in a private school since 2007. With every passing year, his love for words and stories has grown like a quiet river. He studied at the University of Rajasthan and is now pursuing his M.A. in English from Rajasthan University. Teaching children has taught him how feelings speak in simple ways and how small moments carry deep meaning. Poetry lives close to his heart. In his poems, he writes about silence, time, love, pain, hope, and the gentle thoughts that rest inside us. His poems are simple, honest, and soft like a child's voice. For him, poetry is a friend that listens, a mirror of the soul, and a bridge between hearts.)

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Ode To Winter

O Winter, pale monarch of the silent night,
Thou com'st with frosty breath and iron air;
The moon stands trembling in thy silver light,
While shivering earth lies naked and bare.
The night is cold; time moves with weary feet,
Stars seem sharper in the frozen sky;
Beasts roam hungry through the icy street,
Fighting for life where the weak may die.
Winds clash like swords in the darkened wood,
Owls cry wisdom from leafless trees;
Nature, stern in thy solemn mood,
Commands all hearts to bend their knees.
Yet, O Winter, harsh though thy rule may seem,
In thy silence lies a hidden grace;
Thou teachest strength where fears once dream,
And patience in time's frozen face.
When fires burn low and nights grow long,
Man learns the worth of warmth and care;
Through suffering thou mak'st spirits strong,
And purifiest the earth with chilling prayer.
Stay not forever, austere and cold,
But bless us with thy brief command;
For from thy womb, as poets told,
Spring shall rise with a gentler hand.
- Rajendra Prasad Meena

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