Enjoy My Creation

 A Blessing    "Yes, it is a blessing.", said Namaya to Singra. Both of them lived in the village Titthukoti. It was large village, nearly 68 km away from the town Lepak. The only means to go to the town Lepak from Titthukoti was wretched road. It was wretched because of the potholes, turns, low maintenance, in short unplayable. That was why only a few vehicles would ply over it and journey was so pathetic.  The villagers usually avoided the town journey if they could. In that village Namaya lived with her family - her parents and two brothers. She was good in education. On the other hand, Singra was a boy of 14 years and lived with his large joint family. They had great agricultural land and his father would run a grocery shop. So, their financial condition was good and that created a sense of satisfaction in Singra. Singra was also reading with Namaya, but he was satisfied with his life. That was why, he did not have any ambition in life. He thought of joining...

  Sin What is sin? Is everything illegal a sin?  But who makes the laws-  The rascals! They can't be called humans!  Neither they can be called law-abiding  They are just rascals,  Undoubtedly rascals! Then what is a sin?  Is everything inhuman, a sin?  Then what is human?  To show anger, to deny, to endure. These are the aspects of the week, The Bold don't have these characteristics They make everything happen on the spot,  Whether by money or man-power. Should we support a week?  If not,  Then everyone's act is a sin,  All will go to hell! The true definition of sin  Should be an act of destruction,  It can't be good or bad  It should not be for Preservation,  It causes major destruction,  This is its true definition. Read Next Poem  Read Previous Poem (Development)

  हासिल   सोचता हूं मैं हर रोज  जिंदगी क्या ऐसे ही गुजर जाएगा? क्या मुझे नहीं मिलेगा मेरा मंजिल?  अब तक में क्या किया हासिल?   भविष्य के लिए मैं अतीत खोया,  वर्तमान के बारेमे मैंने कभी नहीं सोचा, सिर्फ पड़ाह और काम किया  तो यह कैसे हो सकता है  मेरा मंजिल मुझे ना मिले। इतिहास कहता है,  "काम करते जाओ, फल जरुर मिलेगा",  तो मेरे बारेमे  इतिहास कैसे बदल जाएगा! शायद मेरा चल रहा है इतिहास  जो बहुत कठिन है, होना भी चाहिए,  क्योंकि, सपना मेरा बहुत ऊंचा है! देखाहूं मैं वह सपना, छोटेसे उम्र से  रहेगा मेरा अपना घर,  रहेगा बहुत सारा पैसा,  रहेगा ना कोई फिक्र,  रहूंगा मैं खुशी से,  अभी सिर्फ काम करना है लगा कर दिल  जब तक ना मेरा मंजिल हो जाए हासिल! पड़िए में अगला कविता  पढ़िए पिछला कविता (शरीर)

  আর না  অনেক হলো, আর না  নোংরামি অনেক দেখলাম,  অমানুষিক ব্যবহার অনেক সহ্য করলাম, এবার সিদ্ধান্ত নিয়েছি উড়ে যাওয়ার  নতুন পথে আগের মতো হওয়ার!   অমানুষেরা মানবিকতা বোঝেনা  টাকা ছাড়া তারা কিছু চেনেনা,  টাকায় তাদের পরম প্রিয়  এজন্য তাদের কাছে সব আচরণই শ্রেয়!   থাক তারা তাদের মতো  অমানুষিক ব্যবহার আর সইবো নাতো,  অসভ্যতাই তারা এতই নিমজ্জিত  ভালো তারা আর হতে পারবে নাতো!   মুখ দেখলেই ঘেন্না জাগে আওয়াজ শুনলে মাথা ধরে,  এভাবেই চললে পরে  একদিন আমি যাবো মরে ! তাই আর নই, অনেক হলো  জীবনের অনেক সময় নষ্ট হলো, এবার বাঁচবো নিজের মতো  উড়বো এবার দিক থেকে দিগন্ত! পড়ুন পরবর্তী কবিতা  পড়ুন পূর্ববর্তী কবিতা (অলসতা)

    कुछ बुरा कुछ अच्छा  ऐसे ही जिंदगी बनता है, कुछ बुरा कुछ अच्छा  ऐसे ही जिंदगी बनता है,  तो बुरा वक्त में घबराता क्यों  ए तो अच्छे वक्त का निशानी है। पड़िए अगला शायरी  पड़िए पिछला शायरी 

  Village Children       They were lively, full of Spirit. Joyous mood was there only expression. They were seen always either in the field, garden or pond. Playing in the field or in trees, fishing, making a long trip on foot were their habitual works. The birds would sing for them, the trees would smile and put forth rich vegetables, fruits, flowers etc. The air would bring sweet smell and pleasant sensations, natural cycles were unchanged. The rain used to come frequently to touch them. All these were because there were happy children in the villages.     The rural scenery could not be imagined without the happy children. The earth seemed to be a happy place. Suddenly the children were missing. They could not be seen in the fields, gardens or ponds, even the fields, gardens or ponds were missing. Confusion engulfed the thinkers - were happy children missing as there was no pond, garden or field, or were the ponds, gardens, fields missing as there...