Enjoy My Creation

  All Parents Are Not Parents                 "She had bad future but her parents spoilt that", said Dayal sir. Saheli lived in Rashikpur village. It was a moderate village, not enough large not small. Every facility was available there in terms of communication, treatment, education, employment etc. Saheli's family consisted of her parents - Narin and Champa, her three brothers - Ritesh, Haren and subal. Her parents were farm labourers.                   From childhood Saheli was good in education, so she got the attention of the teachers and villagers. To support her family she started doing tuition from class VII. She used to teach up to her own class. The income from tuition helped her family a lot. But she had no value to parents. Her father was a rascal, drunkard. He only thought of his own comfort. Her mother was the worst kind of women the world ever produced. To her, girl child was a burden to the family and she preferred boys to girls. So, Saheli's brothers

  Rabindranath Tagore  "Knowledge is Power"  We just tell it,  But the name of Rabindranath Tagore  Justifies that!  He has set example  That when knowledge is in armoury  Nothing is Impossible! In every field of literature  Search, he is there!  So, still now we remember  His birthday with great honour. No matter, whether we are  Teacher or student, rich or poor All hold him with great honour. Bengali literature can't be thought without him  Such is his name and fame! He is India's noble son  To set a better education system He established Shantiniketan! Besides, his social services are notable  To describe his works in a small poem  Is nothing but impossible! Read Next Poem (Reading Habit) Read Previous Poem (Rain)

  बदलते दिन  अब मुझे लगराहा है  अच्छे वक्त आने वाला है  जिसका मैंने सिर्फ सपना देखा  पर हासिल करने का कोई रास्ता ना था।  मेरा सपनों का दिन आने वाला है   बस मुझे अच्छे से तैयारी करना है। देखा था मैंने सपना  एक खुशहाल जिंदगी का,  जहां गम नाम का कोई चीज ना हो  मैं बनू अपना बादशाह,  मिलने का कोई रास्ता ना था,  पर विश्वास मुझे था  एक दिन सपना जरूर पूरा होगा। हालात कभी अच्छा हुआ नहीं  तकलीफे पीछा छोड़ नहीं  मैं भी था जीद्दी  कोशिश करना कभी छोड़ा नहीं।  अभी मुझे लगता है,  बुरा समय जाने वाला है  मेरा सपना पूरा होने वाला है।   तलाश मैंने कितना किया, सिर्फ मैं जानू  वह सपनोंका राहको आज मुझे लगता है  मुझे मिलगए वह। पढ़िए अगला कविता  (समय) पढ़िए पिछला कविता (क्या खुदा है)

  সাইকেল ক্রিং, ক্রিং, ক্রিং দাদা, একটু রাস্তা দেবেন  ওই গণেশ, কোথায় গেছিলে?  এই যে, একটু বাজারে!  কিন্তু কিভাবে!  ভেবে দেখেছেন  না....  কারণ, আমরা সবাই জানি  শীত, গ্রীষ্ম, বর্ষা  সকাল, বিকেল বা সন্ধ্যা, দুপুর  সকলের ভরসা সাইকেল-এর উপর! সব সময়ের সাথি  সব কাজেতেই কাজি,  দেয়না ফাঁকি, দেয়না ফাঁকি  যখনই বলবে তখনই রাজি,  একদম ঠিক ভেবেছেন  সাইকেল আমাদের জীবনের সাথী! মাঝে মাঝে বিপদ আসে  টায়ারে পাংচার,  বেল বাজছে না, চেন পরেছে  কিন্তু তা খুবই বিরল  কপাল মন্দ থাকলে, কে আর বাঁচে! পড়ুন পরবর্তী কবিতা (পুচকে সোনা) পড়ুন পূর্ববর্তী কবিতা (অন্যভাবে)

  शेयर बाजार रिस्की है अब जमेगा खेल  खेलूंगा मैं मनी गेम, अब जमेगा खेल खेलूंगा मैं मनी गेम, कल भी होगा, पुट भी होगा  मौकाम पर मैं जरूर पहुंचूंगा। पढ़िए अगला शायरी  पढ़िए पिछला शायरी

  A Waste Life                  "Amma, I want to go to another state to earn much." Jakira still remembered that and wished that had she not given her consent. Jakira was a middle aged widow woman, a mother of three children. Jamal was her elder son, Madhuli - a daughter and Namaz, the youngest son. Her husband died when she was to give birth to her third child. Jamir was her husband. He died of mulnutrition. His death was a bolt from the blue for her. So, after two days of her childbirth, Shakira had to start working as a labourer to feed her children.           Jakira was then just 25. The name of her village was Adharkhana. As the name so was the condition of the villagers. Their destiny was in dark. No education came there, the roads were muddy. The mud-huts suggested that the government left them in the hand of destiny which was too cruel. The village seemed to be labour-factory. After attaining the age of fifteen, the boys joined the labour-force and the girls were mar

  Rain   All waited for you, so long  Appealed to God for you to come!  To get relief from this atmosphere  Which is too warm.  You came,  But for a brief time,  It was not our expectation,  You just increased the frustration!   But there is one relief,  You left your companion, the wind  Which with its valour  Continuously fighting with warm atmosphere . The warmth has lost it's intensity We hail you,  For bringing cold wind with thee! You remained for a short period  But gave the relief as appealed!  Though late you came - not expected  You did your work, as expected! Read Next Poem (Rabindranath Tagore) Read Previous Poem (Justice For R.G.Kar)