Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India Biography

A thought is born
quietly,
in the soft chamber of the mind
It does not stay there long.
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Silence did not arrive gently—
it stayed,
when words refused to carry
the heaviness inside me.
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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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Do not go where words are mean,
Where teasing hurts and jokes are rude;
Such places slowly teach the heart
To lose its warmth and forget what's good.
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O Mother Saraswati, pure and bright,
Fill our minds with gentle light.
Teach us how to think and see,
What is false and what should be.
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