POEMS OF NISHANT

 NISHANT

 HE AND WE

He grows crops in fields

After that only he eats

Remaining all of us are

Just involved in looting

Hills

Thickets

Rivers

Ocean 

Metrix of the Earth

And along with it

Him too.

TRICK

To forget sorrow

With deep intensity

Let us recall sorrow

With lesser intensity

That way only

We will feel relieved

And push forward time.

MOTHER-TONGUE

Not in touch with

Mother -tongue

Off and on

Whenever, I listen to

Any word

That had moved to oblivion

It reminds me of

Our village and mohalla

Courtyard of home

And those days of past 

When these words 

Matured in my mind

And I start diving 

In an ocean of joy.

ADVERSE TIMES

When scorching winds blew

Plenty of things

Left us

Green vegetables

Diminished

Milk of cows and buffaloes

Reduced in quantity

Dense shade of many trees

Got scanty

Electricity reduced

Water lessened

This saying is very apt

That in adverse times

Everything gets scarce

Only survives 

With some persons

Patience.