I traveled from a dotted village on the map of India named Basant Pur, to the Capital of India, Delhi, for a quality of education in writing. Since childhood days writing poems and short-stories are my passion and am enslaved to it. more »
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Sameer Ahsan Poems
In The Lap Of Nature
Plaguing days at noon Scorching sunshine in the month of June I visited an orchard. Saw mangoes loaded on trees
An Unborn Daughter's Plea
Father, oh, dear father I'm your daughter, Do I need to say father? You brought up my two brothers
Now, I have turned twenty four To my age, adding years is an awful bore For, no more I'm a child Worldly accountability unfolding wide
Who I' m, How I' m, What I' m?
I am a book: which cant be judged by its cover To know more, read; till it is over. Go through the contents, clause by clause And from comma to full stop.
She Is Called Beauty
Grinning gesture upon rosy lips Dimple chin and reddened cheeks Glossy hair, a rare black sleek Looks of her, so apt and fit.
A Rag Picker
A child, who would be just thirteen I saw him rag picking, Kneeling down every step two or three Unwrapping the wonders in a hurry
A Novice AT Love
I remember when my love was just a start Love songs played on the strings of heart, Humming her name, passing sleepless nights When the earth was still, I remained alive.
She Is Scarcity
I agree nothing lasts forever But, had come to me scarcity quits never And by her, I'm always chased Hush! she is so arrogant and ill behaved
Standing candidates rushed in haste To my village, before voting takes place Wooing the people by the ancient way Gearing up for campaigning, I remember they said-
A Thought Amidst Joy
The sun has gone down since long The moon above the head has come The waving wind kisses the leaves A sound clatters in the world; green.
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In The Lap Of Nature
Plaguing days at noon
Scorching sunshine in the month of June
I visited an orchard.
Saw mangoes loaded on trees
Entices that flies and bees
Singing and dancing up and down
In the orchard all round.
Easterly wind blew very cool
At one stroke calmed full,
Filled the holes by some owes,
Enchanting of cuckoos and sparrows
Relieved from a deep sorrow,
And gave a feeling of nature's boon
Such was the song's tune
There I lay under the bower
Real pleasure did it shower,
And took a breath very deep
In the lap of nature fell asleep