A rural lady
With her ten year old baby
Comes in the market
Wearing old chappal in feet
and ghaghra- lugdi on body
While daughter in salwar-suit
Both are walking on the road
Without any fear of heat strokes
of forty five high temperatures
Looking at a confectionery shop on the way
Child's heart is tempting
Mother understands the matter of her mind
Without worrying about her poverty
She bought her a "kachori" for ten
Baby takes "kachori" in her hand
and walks with pride n all smiles
Soon baby starts eating
the "kachri " during moving on their way
It is the beauty of childhood
Which do not see the place
Just finishes the purse of mind anywhere it finds a space
This is the thing that shows the height of the relationship
That makes parents god for children
So maybe God is also pleased
Because in the summer we
avoid eating oil made items
On the other hand mother feeding goodwill probably do not harm health
Rupees Money Jewelry Clothing Is not anything
Only mother is everything
Winter heat rain can't break
the mother's protection
Because mother's love is pure
supreme of the super
Which is formidable
to every weather and obstacle

Leaders become crazy
at the time
when there is nothing to do
And luck remains closed in EVMs
as counting is due
Media creates virtual heats
Then they start big feasts
And prepare target lists
Seeing them together
Seems as if it is
Confluence of rivers
But seeing their motives reminds
us immorality of devils
They never accept the truth
Nor they refrain from telling lies
Just create new conjures up
and false frames build up
Show to be as a new saviour
And begin to start new ties up
This brings them fresh
Crop of note or support to ripe up
While Common man watches
these plays
And starts to behave
as if he had forgotten
all their promises

नेता उस समय बहकता है
जब करने को कुछ ना होता है
किस्मत ईवीएम में बंद होती है
और गिनती आसन्न होती है
मीडिया आभासी गुबार बनाता है
तब दावतों का अंबार शुरू होता है
इनका मिलन देख‌ के लज्जा से
शरमा जाये नदियों का‌ संगम
इनके मन की भावना देख
लज्जा जाये लंकापति रावण
ये ना कभी सच स्वीकार करते हैं
ना झूठ से आजीज आते हैं
ना कभी समर्पण करते हैं
बस नए स्वांग रचते हैं
दो-चार झूठे फंसाद करते हैं
उसी से नए-नए लगने लगते हैं
इनके फन की फिर से
जय जयकार होने लगती है
फिर नोट हो या वोट हो
उसकी फसल कटती है
आम आदमी देख ये नाटक
दुबका दुबका रहता है
सब कुछ देख सह कर भी
हमेशा अनजान बना ही रहता है।

Sometimes sneaking into the fields
to steal watermelon and plums
Sometimes bring water from the well and drink when the night glooms
Sometime dangling with buses feels like a big sweep
Sometimes sleep on the luggage seat in second class rail compartment
feels very sweet
Sometimes even planes do not suit
Sometimes waking up in the morning
and sleeping again
But sometimes we can't sleep
even for a moment
Sometimes reading in the library
is not our purpose
But sometimes even at the cinema hall
we repeat pages of a book
Sometimes eating dry bread with onions makes us happy
While sometimes various kinds
of luxury food makes us unhappy
Sometimes it makes angry with self
While sometimes we love others without any check
Sometimes we live happily under
a mere ceiling fan in small cell
Sometimes It's hard to stay in luxury AC suit
Sometimes it feels as if we can't live a moment without a companion
While sometimes it goes all alone
Life moves on in every situation
Sometimes it is for self
while sometimes for others
Life is the struggle with self more than with others
This is what makes
our life as if 'it is a toy'.

Brother - sister's combined battle
with amazing passion and
thoroughh planning
in this bizarre war of democracy
Brother plans the political acts
While sister plays her roles
on the issues of farmers
Laborers small traders &
Unemployment as well
The promise of" NYAY" is
taken hand-in-hand in this
environment of Plutocracy
Present dispensation
has lost its line of action
And talks as if suffered
from acute recession
The Throne is sure to go
At least shave the
"Words of Shame" show.