Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India Poems

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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Every evening begins with the same soft plea,
'Papa, when will you come home to me? '
Small eyes fixed on the doorway,
hope and hunger waiting the same way.
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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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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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God is a name that human tongues design,
By faith declared, by proof no clear sign.
No test confirms Him, no strict law defines,
No scale can weigh the hope that thought confines.
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