Wo Bharat Hame Jaan Se Pyara
Bahti jahan gyan ki dhara
wo bharat hame jaan se pyara
seeta ram ki dharti hai jo
aisa bharat desh hamara
Hai bharat ki shaan tiranga
isse na ghukne denge ham
veeron ki kurbani ko
vartha na jane denge ham
Na jaati na bhasha dekha
sabko apna meet banaya
ho bangladesh ya pakistan
hamne sabko gale lagaya
di sharan hamne sabko
jab koi hai sankat aaya
bhookhe rahkar bhi hamne
padhosee ko khana khilaya
bharat ma ke sewak hain ham
maa ki raksha ham karenge
buri neeyat se jo dekhega
''deep'' uska anta karenge
poem by Deepak Kumar deep
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Bharat appear
Bharat appear if I am here.
Bharat is there in my blood.
Born in Bharat but not seen Bharat.
Bharat is with me while I am on the street.
The light the air the earth the water
The moon the sun the star
As well as the heaven not far.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Bharat Versus India
India that is Bharat
Is not same as
Bharat that is India.
Bharat no more with India
India no more with Bharat
India can not substitute Bharat.
I am insearch of Bharat
And Bharat is no more with me.
I am an Indian
And I am proud to be an Indian.
Alas!
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Aise Hain Anna Hamare...
Khuskismat hain hum sare
mile hame jo Anna Hazare
Sath do milkar duniya walon
Pakar inke Har ek ishaare
Khuskismat hain hum sare
mile hame jo Anna Hazare
Diya hai maa ne ratna hame
Jo sabki aankhon ke hain tare
Desh ki khatir jee rahe jo
Aise hain Annaa hamare
Khuskismat hain hum sare
mile hame jo Anna Hazare
Hoga khatam ab bhrastachar
Anna ki ye har saans Pukare
Swarg sa sunder bane ye desh
khushiyon ke hon har or nazare
Khuskismat hain hum sare
mile hame jo Anna Hazare
Ishwar do sadbudhhi sabko
Karte gunah kyon itne sare
Rukhsat hoge duniya se “deep’’
Hoga na kuch sath tumhare
Khuskismat hain hum sare
mile hame jo Anna Hazare
poem by Deepak Kumar deep
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Holi Poem Sara Ra ra Holi hai
Sara ra ra Holi hai
Baat yahi batayenge hum
Daud daud kar bhag bhag kar
Sabko rang lagayenge hum.
Koi bachga na humse
Nar ho chahe naari
Rango ka godam pas me
Aur rango se bhari pichkari.
Meethe meethe pakwan khilakar
Apna harsh prakat kar payen
Vair virodh ko rakhen door
Sabko apne gale lagayen.
Dhol majeera ki madhur taal par
Khub ghoome nachen gayen
Deep bhula ke bhed bhaw ko
Pyar se ye tyohar manayen.
poem by Deepak Kumar deep
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Sun ke boli koyal ki
kukuhu, kuhuku karti koyal,
Geet madhur ye gati......
Apni sureeli aawaj se,
Sabke man bha jati.................
Sun ke boli koyal ki,
Ghar bante meethe pakwan..
Sabko ye lagti pyari,
sab karte uska samman.........
Nahi lagte paise koi,
Meethe bol bolne ko...............
Koyal hame yahi sikhati,
Bolne se pahle tolne ko..........
Sabse pyari pakshayi koyal,
Jahan kahi bhi jaati hai........
Man ghoomne lagta hai,
''deep'' prem jab barsati hai...
''Poet''
Deepak kumar ''deep''
This poem has been Published Copy right issue in Nirankari Magazine ' Hasti Duniyan' on 2009
poem by Deepak Kumar deep
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Gazal Haal-e-Dil By Deepak kumar deep
Gazal: - Haal-e-Dil
Haal-e-dil apna gairon se sunaya na karo
Dard hai gar dil mein, chhupaya na karo
hain sabhi gair yahan apna na koi yaar hai,
Bewajah rishte yahan banaya naa kao
Mumkin nahi hai rah me sabko sambhalna,
Gar uthha sakte nahi giraya naa karo
Aankhon me chubhti hai duniya ki khushi kyun,
Aise kisi jazbaat se sataya naa karo
Shukra hai khuda ka jo nawaza hai issi ne,
Heere rahmaton ke gawayan naa karo
Daman bhara hai isne(Khuda) mere mangne se pahle,
Deep ispe tohmat bewajah lagaya naa karo
Hard Word's-
Nawaza- Kabil, Layak(Bestow or Confer)
Rahmaton- Kripa(Grace)
Tohmat- Lanchhan(Blame)
Written By
Deepak Kumar 'deep'
Editor
New Delhi
10.10.2012
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Death
Death is a pleasant term!
Yes is normal course
Leave this world for a better world
All the experience pays
The breathing ones always talk of your deeds, but good
For them the void will never be bridged
Normal death is an ideal
In our holy Bharat
In our holy Bharat
Satan is all pervading.
His, His arms have been cut
His senses rust
Then why give him so much thrust
To bear all the brunt
Pray not for him, built not for him
Hypocrisy is all this
Pray for your actions
Pray for your work
Pray for your natural death
So pleasant in the end.
poem by Sanjay Mehta
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Humanity poem in Hindi by Deepak kumar deep
Aasman me sitaron ko
kisi se ladte dekha hai?
kya suraj chanda taaron ko
raushni sene se adhte dekha hai.
Kya kabhi shikayat ki hai hawa ne
ki mai muft me kyon bahun
nadee ke sheetal jal se poocho
kya kabhi inkar kiya usne
apna jal dene se..
Pashu pakshai bhi apne anusar
sewa jagat ki kare hain
pedh paudhe sabhi ke liye hai
dhoof, chon, hawa
verna, jaati, dekh nahi dete..
Kintu,
ye insan hi aisa kyon
apni khudgarj lalsaon ki khatir
dusron ka sukh chain cheen raha
''Manavta'' sabad ki to isne
hinsha hi kar dali hai.
Aakhir kyon hai aisa insan.
Ham bhi apne aham ko tyagen
aur manavta apnayen
jitna ho ham sabse,
par sewa se punya kamayen
laden na ham baat baat par
prem se har baat sulghayen
jab ek prabhu ke balak hain ham
fir kaisa hai ghagda
chod ninda nafrat ko
har manav ko gale lagayen
chote baden ki baaten ab
rahne hi den kitabon me
saccha pyar karke sabse
is jeevan ko safal banayen.
Aakhir kyon ke is sawal ko
ye jahan kyon duhraye
aisi karni bane hamari,
'deep' jag me ujiyara ho jaye...
poem by Deepak Kumar deep
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New Year Poem- Saal Naya Ho Deepak Kumar Deep
Is duniyan ki reet purani
baad subah ke hoti shaam
rang birangi is duniyan ka
hona ek din kam tamam.
Suraj chanda sabhi hain badle
badle dharti aur aasman
Jisam hain badle rab na badla
issi ko kahte hain bhagwan.
Prabhu amar aur avinashi
Iska kabhi bhi nash na hota
Issi se raushan duniyan sari
Bin iske prakash na hota.
karwat li hai waqut ne jab jab
Satyug, treta dwapar aaya
har yug me ye rup badlta
jaisa jab bhi samay hai aaya.
ho laddu kitna bhi tedda
par hum aam usse na kahte hain
jab raam ek hai is duniya ka
fir bhram me hum kyon rahte hain.
Apne bhi badal hain jaate
jab saya dukh ka aata hai
nirasha, dukh, takleef me
bas ye hi sath nibhata hai.
failao daman issi ke aage
sab issi ke mang ke khate hain
par murakh aur agyani log
kha ke iska isko aankh dikhte hain.
satguru pura rab dikhlata
har yug me ye aata hai
aaj bhi aaya ban hardev
aur gyan uzzala failata hai.
Aao satguru ke charnon me
ye hi rab dikhlayega
bhed tughe jo raam khuda me
uska bharam mitayega.
saal naya ho sabkikhatir
uzzawal aur mangalkari
bhukh garibi na ho kahi pe
deep, sukhi ho duniya sari.
HAPPY NEW YEAR-2012
poem by Deepak Kumar deep
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Taraana-e-Milli
Cheen-o-Arab hamara, Hindustan hamara
Muslim main hum, watan hai sara jahan hamara
Tauheed ki amanat senon main hai hamarey
Asan nahin mitana naam-o-nishaan hamara
Duniya kay bu't kadon main, wo pehla ghar Khuda ka
Hum uss kay pasban hain, wo pasban hamara
Tagho'n Ke saaye main hum Pal kar Jawan Huway Hain
Khanjer Hilal ka hay Komi Nisha,n hamara
Maghrab Ki wadiyo,n main goongi aza'n hamari
Thamta Na tha kisi say sail-e-rawa'n hamara
Baatil say dabney waley, aey Asman! nahin hum
Sou baar ker chuka hai Tu imtihan hamara
Ay gulsitan-e-undlus wo din hei'n yad tujh ko
Tha tari dalyoo'n per jab ashyaa'n hamara
Ay moj-e-Dajla tub hi pehchanti hey hum ko
Ab tak hey tera derya afsana khwa'n hamara
Ay arz-e-pak tari hurmat pe kat maray hum
Hy khou'n tari ragoo'n may ab tak rawa'n hamara
Salar-e-Karwan hai Meer-e-Hijaaz (PBUH) apna
Iss naam say hai baaqi, aaram-e-jahan hamara
Iqbal ka tarana baang-e-dara hai goya
Hota hai jada paima, phir karwan hamara
poem by Allama Muhammad Iqbal
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Khub bahaye aaansu
Hamne bahaye aansu per gam kam nahi hua
Ye kaisi lagihi hai aag apne jise dil shant nahi hua
Hum to khilona banker reh gaye is pyar ke khel me
Aapne hame chhod diya vairan si iss raah me
The pain did not reduce despite shedding tears
It did nothing to relieve the heart burning and fears
I remained just pawn in the love game
You just left me behind alone to share the blame
Ham lakh kare koshish per aap nahi manenge
Khun se likhenge hat fir bhi jawab nahi denge
Aap hi bataye ham kya kare aap ko paneke liye
Kaho to jalti aag me kud jaye ya samandar me challang laga jaye!
You won’t budge from your stand
Even if I try impossible as lover friend
You won’t acknowledge the letter
Even if it is written in blood
Tell me what I should do to seek you
I shall jump on the fire or walk through
I can dive or jump in the ocean
If you commit and promise to come clean
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Diwali Poem, Diwali ke is tyohar ko
Raam prabhu jab van se aaye
Ayodhyavasi khusi manaye
Saji Ayodhya dulhan jaisi
Sabne ghar me diye jalaye.
Tab se mana raha har koi
Diwali ke is tyohar ko
Jeet huwi hai sach ki hardam
Sandesh hai ye sansaar ko
Thaal saje hain deepon se
Hathon me phulon ki mala
Deep se deep jale chaun orr
Door andhera huwa uzzla.
Rang birange balbon se hi
Saja huwa hai har ek aangan
Main nahi kahta kahte sare
Parav hai kitna ye manbhawan.
Amber me bhi chamke tare
Rocket jo aakash me jate
Wo bhi khud ko rok na pate
Dekhne ko wo zami pea ate.
Kitni sunder hai ye dharti
Par pradhushan ne kiya prahar
Deewali me jalte patakhe lakhon
Jo karte watavaran ko bekar.
Pran Karen is diwali par
Nahi chuvenge koi bom
Hamari dharti bachi rahe
Tute na insano ka dum.
Khao khub, khilao khub
Har insan ko gale lagayen
‘deep’ Mubarak deta sabko
Milkar ye tyohar manayen.
poem by Deepak Kumar deep
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Sawan Aaya [A poem in hindi]
Baadal aaye aur hain barse
Loag kahte hain sawan aaya.
Dharti thi tapti
Aag thi barasti
Jalta tha har ek badan bhi
Iss sawan ki phuhaar ne
Kitni rahat di in sab ko
Haan priyey yeh sawan aaya.
Iss pal priyey Tum jo hotien
Hotien jo tum
Hota aalingan
Bheegta tann mann
Lagti ik agan
Tum jal apsra si lagtien
Aur main tumhein bahoon mein layta,
Priyey kitna anand tab hota
Sawan mein tera sangg jab hota.
Par priyey tum kya jaano
Iss sawan mein
Dooor desh mein
Thaka haara main ik rahi
Tere milan ki aas mein
Saans hoon layta
Aankhien hain tarasti
Aankhien hain barasti
Haan priyey yeh sawan aaya. [1973]
60th Republic Day Celebrations in India (Jan 26th 2010)
Unfurl the tricolor flag, Indians!
And hoist it high upon the mast;
And let it move in freedom’s wind;
And make the country, Indians, proud!
Salute the national flag, Indians!
And sing the song of freedom’s love!
Remember how freedom was won
By Fighters’ Struggle, sacrifice!
Pray for the lives lost in the fight,
And emulate their examples;
Learn to be patriotic more,
And do your duty with fervor.
Take oath to serve our motherland;
Bharat is home of Indians;
We love its varied heritage;
All Indians are our fellowmen!
Let’s foster love, peace, harmony;
Let’s make the country better still;
Let’s unite against terrorism;
Let’s make India, a nation strong!
Jai Hind! Jai Bharat!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-26-2010
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Hame jo yaad nahi...I don't rememebr
Hame jo yaad nahi uski aap yaad dilate hai
Manhus thi vo raat jo humko barbar rulati hai
Hamne kya kya nahi kaha tha aapse
Aap to hamara vajud hi bhuld gaye dilse
I had forgotten it all but you reminded
About the fateful night of tears that had blinded
What had I not promised you for the life?
You refused to everything to become bride
Aapka sochna durasta tha
Per hamra khyal bhi galat nahi tha
Aapne hame najrose upper utha liya tha
Fir aaise hi kyo jamin per patak diya
You were perfect in match with thought
But I too was not wrongly caught
You raised me high up to excel
Only to bring down at ground level
Aapne kaha chand aur tare kahan milte hai
Andheri rat me sirf sitare hi chamkete hai
Un dhundhli yaddoko yaad karne se kya faida
Jo hame kuchh bhi na de sake vo kaisa hai vada
You had thought about ill fate of stars and moon
Only stars twinkle often and remain there on
What is use of keeping all those sweet memories?
If that can’t give us anything sans worries
Dost hote nahi bichhdne ke liye
Per hote hai ek dusre per jaan chhidkne ke liye
Waqt ka takaja yehi hai ki aap hamara daman pakad le
Duniya walonki nigah se bachhe aur unki jaban ko tala lagale
Friends are meant to be deserted
But always loyal and to be asserted
Situation demands that you hold my hand
Show the world with move and force them to change trend
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Tree Plantation Ped lagayen, Paryawaran bachayen
Vrikash paryawaran ki shan hain
Vrikashon ko na katen hum
Ped lagayen, paryawaran bachyen
Vrikash hamari jaan hain.
Vrikash lagana acchi baat hai
Par Vrikash ki rakasha bhi Karen
Apne swarth ki khatir
Ped kaatna galat baat hai.
Ped pradushan se hame bachte
Ped hi barish late hain
Ped hi sunder fal hain dete
Aur hamari sehat banate.
Ped hamari khatir jeete
Kitna bada hai unka upkar
Khud sahkar dhoop aur toofan
Dete hame thandi bayar(Hawa) .
Vrikash hamare bade kimti
Inhe yun hi na barbad Karen
“Deep” eke k ped lagakar
Ghar apna aabaad Karen.
poem by Deepak Kumar deep
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On This Day...
white ants have been at it
while some other breathing beings
have been excavating the earth
underneath the mast...
yet, every year
in a ritual you, i and all
stand in solemn salutation
and in unison cry:
'mera bharat mahaan! '
jaihind!
15aug2010
22.10hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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New Year Poem in Hindi by Deepak Kumar Deep
Aman chain ki pawan chale aur
Dharti par khushihali aaye
Khila rahe yun har ek gulshan
Kali koi na murjha paye.
Shans len saken sabhi chain ki
Gamon ke badal na mandrayen
abhishap bane na karm hamara
Chhod paap ko punya kamayen.
milkar rahenge hum sab sare
pal! chahe jaisa bhi aaye
Ghreena vair aur Nafrat taj ke
Hriday me bhi prem basayen.
Sath na jana kuch bhi yaron
Mahal ho jitna aalishan
sada raha na koi yahan par
rank ho chahe ya sultan.
Maut to hai ek kadwi goli
jo sabhi ko khani padti hai
lagta suna sara jahan fir
kyon vyarth me jhagda karti hai.
apne ban jate hain begane
Jinhe bhi apna kahte hain
bhul ke gum wo maut ka tere
giddha, bhangdha karte hain.
naye saal me nayi umang ho
na tangdily badhaali aaye
Bhare rahen bhandare sabke
Sabhi diwali eid manayen.
Na ho koi aatanki hamla
apne hon ya hon begane
chaman na uzade kisi ke ghar ka
gayen khushi ke sabhi tarane.
Tajke dooree dilon se apne
manavta ka farz nibhayen.
'deep'bhulakar bhed bhav ko
Sabhi ko apne gale lagayen.
HAPPY NEW YEAR-2012
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Humanity Poem- Manavta Ki Khatir
Rog laga hai har manav ko, main bada hoon tumse pyare
Tu tu may may ki issi aag me, jal rahen hain ye sare
Pyar nahi hai dilon me apne, Lagate Vishva-bandhutva ken are
Seekhen zara prakriti se bhi, jo milkar rahte chand sitare
Gar ghukaden apne aapko to, mit jayenge ghagde sare
Gair nahi koi vair nahi hai, sab hain apne mit hamare
Manav me manavta na ho, to insaan ki kaam ka
Aisa manav chalti phirti lash hai, aur lash hai kis kaam ka
Dhairya, kashma, karuna nahi to, vidya ka gyan kis kaam ka
Bistar hai par neend nahi, wo saaman hai kis kaam ka
Dhan se hai bharpur par shanti nahi, aisa dhan kis kaam ka
Duniya jise such kahti hai, wo such hai kis kaam ka
Tarraki kar li insano ne, gyan aur vigyaan se
Vhed dala antrikash ko bhi, roket wayun se
Much pe baten badi badi, par dil abhi pashan se
Haasil sab kuch kar liya par, bach na sake abhiman se
Manav me manavta hogi to sirf guru ke gyan se
“Deep” milegi mukti to bas, rab ki hi pahchan se
poem by Deepak Kumar deep
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Poet’s Death-wish
My poetic pen ruptured
the petite pink hymen
of the onion-skinned virgin paper
and an ink-stained poem lies
naked, without her fig leaf…
I’m about to be put to death for
my inadvertent insanity!
Anyway, before my execution,
let me stalk death that has haunted me
in the fearful emerald jungles!
Before I am hanged in the endless early hours of dawn.
permit me to -
poison a petite poetry
crush a creative couplet,
slay a stylish sonnet,
exterminate an emotional elegy,
hara-kiri a humble haiku,
burn a boisterous ballad
kill a kaleidoscopic kavita,
slaughter a simple shayari,
guillotine a graceful ghazal…
Or fulfill my death wish and
let me scrawl a poignant parting poem
on the stone-walls of my death cell
with my tortured bloody fingers,
before the executioner pulls the rope of my gallows
chocking my black clothed sweaty face
till my eyes bulge out,
till my panting tongue put to rest.
My immobile body will vanish
under the blanket of incense-filled velvety nights,
while my soul will lie awake
dreaming those aquamarine dreams
on heavenly blue satin sheets of the sky
embedded with zillion twinkling stars…
Copyright ©2008 Bharat B. Trivedi
poem by Bharat Trivedi
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