Poems

A village kachchi road is converted into a black tar-coal modern road. With that the old magic is buried forever. Only memories remain, and nostalgia… Here is an excerpt from a poem by Sarveshwar Dayal Saxena. Rajiv Krishna Saxena कच्ची सड़क सुनो ! सुनो ! यहीं कहीं एक कच्ची सड़क …

तुम कितनी सुंदर लगती हो तुम कितनी सुंदर लगती हो जब तुम हो जाती हो उदास! ज्यों किसी गुलाबी दुनिया में सूने खंडहर के आसपास मदभरी चांदनी जगती हो! मुख पर ढंक लेती हो आंचल ज्यों डूब रहे रवि पर बादल‚ या दिनभर उड़ कर थकी किरन‚ सो जाती हो …

Here is a cry from a lover’s heart who sees his sweet-heart drifting away but is unable to convince her to return. A very touching poem indeed. Pleadings are so personal that we feel as if we are treading into territory that is extremely private. See the last two lines …

Here is an old gem! Many readers requested for this lovely poem depicting the birth and flow of a river – Rajiv Krishna Saxena यह लघु सरिता का बहता जल यह लघु सरिता का बहता जल‚ कितना शीतल‚ कितना निर्मल। हिमगिरि के हिम निकल–निकल‚ यह विमल दूध–सा हिम का जल‚ …

I wrote this poem, or should I say the poem forced its way out of my heart when I was stationed in US for a long period and was sorely missing home on the eve of Diwali- Rajiv Krishna Saxena विवशता इस बार नहीं आ पाऊँगा… पर निश्चय ही यह …

Kaikayi had coerced Dashrath to give the kingdom of Ayodhya to her son Bharat and banished the elder stepson Ram to the forest for 14 years. Bharat loved his elder brother too much to have allowed this to happen but unfortunately, he was away when all this happened. Dashrath died …

Life is strange. One must move on in spite of constant problems and obstructions. Here is a lovely poem by Shivmangal Singh Suman. I would like to thank a reader Anantika for sending this poem to me – Rajiv Krishna Saxena पथ भूल न जाना पथ भूल न जाना पथिक …

Readers send us their poems. Some of these poems are displayed here. For instructions on submitting poems, please click here.  Please note that only selected poems will be displayed for limited time.  Rajiv Krishna Saxena पाठकों द्वारा प्रेषित कुछ कविताएं   गंतव्य तेरी ही बाट निहारे  (posted on March 1, …

Little moon feels so cold in night. He asks his mother for a woolen coat. See the problem that the mother faces! I have tried my hands on illustrating this poem and hope that you like it. – Rajiv Krishna Saxena चांद का कुर्ता हठ कर बैठा चांद एक दिन …

A son turns out to be a copy of his father. As we grow, we gradually realize that in our mannerism, thinking and opinions, we become more and more like our fathers. Here is a touching poem that brings out this truth out in the voice of the son at …