"jaipur" poems - Hello Poetry

Myself caught in the heatwave sunlight, brown eyes furrowed in the sun, scarf loose on my neck/ the transcendental Denpasar morning-birds are playing their melodies in my head still, three years post-Indonesia. All of my soul to India now, sky the pink of painted elephants on Jaipur dawning, my afterlife was somewhere here perhaps two generations ago, chances are. Vijay Raghav Rao and Alla Rakha playing the Tabla/via earphones/treading the Funary Box City (Kashi) future Spring hands held together keeping calm pace. Looking about, my twenty-two year old face catches humid wind S I L V E R S H O P tattered bike leaning on the gated guest house entrance PERENNIAL AZURE SHIVA SITS CROSS LEGGED/ COBRA NECKLACE IMITIATONS ON THE GODDESS THROAT/ MEDITATING SHIVA/ dulled from years and corrosion. Brahmin center of the market street flapping it's tail, sweat beads from my forehead bleeding to oily pavement. At last the months have come for the river Ganges, April penumbra/savage thunderclap while school children uplifting the heart AND MIND are ROARING in their laughter the CONTINENTAL DISCORD OF JOY sleeping with their eyes open while others are too tired for the Earth. Sidney Bechet floating swan songs during the black hour cremations/ “Bechet Creole Blues” CATERWAUL IN THAT VOID THE METAMORPHOSIS OF DEATH/ LUNACY OF LIFE (I've arrived at the simultaneous crossroads of both) searing flesh in open air pyramids/ Manikarnika Ghat, Asia F L O W S through dreams like inevitable prophecy and as ash blends with stars the CITY seems fulfilled and mystifying in it's (((((RESPLENDENCE)))))

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Jun 24, 2015

Jun 24, 2015 at 3:40 PM UTC

connor-j

Self-Made Prophecies (Of Varanasi)

Myself caught in the heatwave sunlight, brown eyes furrowed in the sun, scarf loose on my neck/ the transcendental Denpasar morning-birds are playing their melodies in my head still, three years post-Indonesia. All of my soul to India now, sky the pink of painted elephants on Jaipur dawning, my afterlife was somewhere here perhaps two generations ago, chances are. Vijay Raghav Rao and Alla Rakha playing the Tabla/via earphones/treading the Funary Box City (Kashi) future Spring hands held together keeping calm pace. Looking about, my twenty-two year old face catches humid wind S I L V E R S H O P tattered bike leaning on the gated guest house entrance PERENNIAL AZURE SHIVA SITS CROSS LEGGED/ COBRA NECKLACE IMITIATONS ON THE GODDESS THROAT/ MEDITATING SHIVA/ dulled from years and corrosion. Brahmin center of the market street flapping it's tail, sweat beads from my forehead bleeding to oily pavement. At last the months have come for the river Ganges, April penumbra/savage thunderclap while school children uplifting the heart AND MIND are ROARING in their laughter the CONTINENTAL DISCORD OF JOY sleeping with their eyes open while others are too tired for the Earth. Sidney Bechet floating swan songs during the black hour cremations/ “Bechet Creole Blues” CATERWAUL IN THAT VOID THE METAMORPHOSIS OF DEATH/ LUNACY OF LIFE (I've arrived at the simultaneous crossroads of both) searing flesh in open air pyramids/ Manikarnika Ghat, Asia F L O W S through dreams like inevitable prophecy and as ash blends with stars the CITY seems fulfilled and mystifying in it's (((((RESPLENDENCE)))))

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I have been to places for love, Travelling I have been in love, And learning I have from love. I went from movies to homes, To palaces & even to fortresses, 'Atul' learnt to love from travel. I visited ancient places in love, The sweet feeling togetherness, Atypical Life I have lived along. I used to go to Ambala years ago, The sweet loving girl used to wait, Along her I visited movies & kissed. I went to Jaipur & even Agra next, The sweetest for us both was Jaipur, Agra was where I gifted my virginity. I kissed at the Old Fort at New Delhi, The kiss at fort gave me goosebumps, Attic was where the seductress kissed. I kissed inside her home in the sitting, That night was dead as she kissed me, Above the sleeping King was the kiss.

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Dec 18, 2016

Dec 18, 2016 at 1:08 AM UTC

Atul

Travel Taught Love

I have been to places for love, Travelling I have been in love, And learning I have from love. I went from movies to homes, To palaces & even to fortresses, 'Atul' learnt to love from travel. I visited ancient places in love, The sweet feeling togetherness, Atypical Life I have lived along. I used to go to Ambala years ago, The sweet loving girl used to wait, Along her I visited movies & kissed. I went to Jaipur & even Agra next, The sweetest for us both was Jaipur, Agra was where I gifted my virginity. I kissed at the Old Fort at New Delhi, The kiss at fort gave me goosebumps, Attic was where the seductress kissed. I kissed inside her home in the sitting, That night was dead as she kissed me, Above the sleeping King was the kiss.

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If I was a king of Asia I would give you all the gold there is But I'm not even prince of Persia, all I have is love and dreams Let me show you land of legends, land of honeymoon and rising sun I am not as rich as Ali Baba, but I promise we'll be having fun I'll take you to Bali the gem of Java Sea Then we'll go on to safari a little south of Abu Dhabi I'll take you to Maldives to swim in coral reefs We'll enjoy the sweet papaya on the islands of Pattaya I'll show you lake Baikal, Tibet and Taj Mahal We'll see Macao, Yokohama, Hanoi, Jeddah, Jaipur, Jakarta I'll take you to Dubai, Dushanbe and Mumbai We'll spend some starry nights in yurts near the city of Yakutsk I’ll take you to Tashkent where melons got their scent We will taste all sorts of apples in the city of Almaty I’ll take you to Beirut we'll go nuts on dried fruits And the coffee with vanilla we can try it in Manilla I'll take you to Kashgar to shop at old bazaar Then we'll fly a magic carpet to the markets of Qatar We'll see ruins of Karakorum the old capital of Moguls Then we'll go to Kathmandu and then Karachi and Kabul We'll discover caves with treasures, make three wishes all at once All at once will turn to a fairy tale, like in one and thousand nights Let me show you feast of colors, take you cross the dunes in caravans Even if I don't look like Alladin, I sure know a thing about romance I'll take you to Taipei to see its lovely bay We will sip on Coca Cola on the silky sands of Goa I'll take you to Shanghai where towers touch the sky And the best of architecture we will see in precious Petra We'll go to Ashgabat, Bishkek, Busan, Baghdad We will see Great Wall of China and Cambodian Angkor Wat We'll see the Everest, mount Fuji, Gobi Desert And it's certainly my pleasure to take you all around Asia!

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Apr 3, 2022

Apr 3, 2022 at 10:07 PM UTC

aidar-omar

Song of Asia

If I was a king of Asia I would give you all the gold there is But I'm not even prince of Persia, all I have is love and dreams Let me show you land of legends, land of honeymoon and rising sun I am not as rich as Ali Baba, but I promise we'll be having fun I'll take you to Bali the gem of Java Sea Then we'll go on to safari a little south of Abu Dhabi I'll take you to Maldives to swim in coral reefs We'll enjoy the sweet papaya on the islands of Pattaya I'll show you lake Baikal, Tibet and Taj Mahal We'll see Macao, Yokohama, Hanoi, Jeddah, Jaipur, Jakarta I'll take you to Dubai, Dushanbe and Mumbai We'll spend some starry nights in yurts near the city of Yakutsk I’ll take you to Tashkent where melons got their scent We will taste all sorts of apples in the city of Almaty I’ll take you to Beirut we'll go nuts on dried fruits And the coffee with vanilla we can try it in Manilla I'll take you to Kashgar to shop at old bazaar Then we'll fly a magic carpet to the markets of Qatar We'll see ruins of Karakorum the old capital of Moguls Then we'll go to Kathmandu and then Karachi and Kabul We'll discover caves with treasures, make three wishes all at once All at once will turn to a fairy tale, like in one and thousand nights Let me show you feast of colors, take you cross the dunes in caravans Even if I don't look like Alladin, I sure know a thing about romance I'll take you to Taipei to see its lovely bay We will sip on Coca Cola on the silky sands of Goa I'll take you to Shanghai where towers touch the sky And the best of architecture we will see in precious Petra We'll go to Ashgabat, Bishkek, Busan, Baghdad We will see Great Wall of China and Cambodian Angkor Wat We'll see the Everest, mount Fuji, Gobi Desert And it's certainly my pleasure to take you all around Asia!

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The red flower centered between exotic curled lines evokes the smell of old Jaipur the Hawa Mahal ~ Palace of the Winds where the maharaja’s women once peered from pink honeycombed windows above streets overflowing with painted elephants, camels, turbaned men. A river of color, movement, sound from red-dust shrouded sunrise to ember scorch at the horizon line the desert broken only by the organic rise of dung and mud-bricked houses sheltered by one denuded tree, a mirage of shade. A cobalt hurricane spiral or vine’s end worn smaller than its origins its story, the shelf on which it sat perhaps a fragile immigrant, hand-carried from the old country by someone’s mother’s mother. Whole and admired for a century before its demise, told with regret-laden mouths mother to daughter, daughter to mother *Oh, I wish we still had that blue bowl great grandmother dropped when she heard about Roy* a circle of memory, come to rest on this distant curve of beach. The cream and blue striped shard could be my grandmother’s coffee cup rimmed brown and lipstick stamped sip, then drag on the Raleigh cigarette always attached to electric-tipped fingers. The cup was most likely broken in the war that raged until death parted my grandparents maybe it sailed harmlessly past my grandfather’s shiny head and hit a rock near the creek, exploding into pieces a small token of their shattered marriage a lifetime of regrets carried to the sea grievance-scrubbed, muted by the journey this sliver must be handled with care. The largest fragment found tangled in the eelgrass at my feet delivered on a tide of need at the ebb of an unexpected storm a perfect cross, soft edges raised on a rough slab of terra cotta. The fragile sun had warmed the worn shape nesting in my palm like a missing piece as my restless fingers traced down and across, across and down asking questions, seeking answers.

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Dec 22, 2015

Dec 22, 2015 at 11:02 AM UTC

denel-kessler

Shards

The red flower centered between exotic curled lines evokes the smell of old Jaipur the Hawa Mahal ~ Palace of the Winds where the maharaja’s women once peered from pink honeycombed windows above streets overflowing with painted elephants, camels, turbaned men. A river of color, movement, sound from red-dust shrouded sunrise to ember scorch at the horizon line the desert broken only by the organic rise of dung and mud-bricked houses sheltered by one denuded tree, a mirage of shade. A cobalt hurricane spiral or vine’s end worn smaller than its origins its story, the shelf on which it sat perhaps a fragile immigrant, hand-carried from the old country by someone’s mother’s mother. Whole and admired for a century before its demise, told with regret-laden mouths mother to daughter, daughter to mother *Oh, I wish we still had that blue bowl great grandmother dropped when she heard about Roy* a circle of memory, come to rest on this distant curve of beach. The cream and blue striped shard could be my grandmother’s coffee cup rimmed brown and lipstick stamped sip, then drag on the Raleigh cigarette always attached to electric-tipped fingers. The cup was most likely broken in the war that raged until death parted my grandparents maybe it sailed harmlessly past my grandfather’s shiny head and hit a rock near the creek, exploding into pieces a small token of their shattered marriage a lifetime of regrets carried to the sea grievance-scrubbed, muted by the journey this sliver must be handled with care. The largest fragment found tangled in the eelgrass at my feet delivered on a tide of need at the ebb of an unexpected storm a perfect cross, soft edges raised on a rough slab of terra cotta. The fragile sun had warmed the worn shape nesting in my palm like a missing piece as my restless fingers traced down and across, across and down asking questions, seeking answers.

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Sep 9, 2015

Sep 9, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC

aghori-baba

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From out of space my love re appeared and fast I ran away disbelieving. while hunted by webs of predators in greed modes trashing impeccable character inborn parenthood trait courage, heart skill grace, as weapons eluding chase avating jealousy outface. Each grotesque stunt trampled me to fall in pain. losing all crops of my hard labour scenarious so turbulent to depict. in any story poetry or book My love spark within outlived travesty and misery sent in. From an ancient love spell propelled a new lovers aim following me with grace deep as space, honor truth understanding patience Twin loss, twin dreams Experiences base the glue. Large as the cosmos we both Phathom, thirst, crave and love. Synchronicity in telepathy; the cosmos conspires offering cards to read virtual modes to explore our receptiveness. Our loving is a Deja-VU indeed. An ancient powerhouse, with outworldly, genetic legacies We both share in our weave. a hybrid mutant Adam and Eve. Who's my mystic beloved?A brightest star over Jaipur! Intergalactic, art at heart. Poet verse, he's honey bee. His aim is firm as his name He is me I am him within! similar avatar in the outside We tingle a double mystic smile. A magnetic vortex keep us both In one LOVEz voyage loop, through space.🐝🐝🛸. His vessel his gates his hands His mind,heart, soul is my own. Nothing and no one can pull us apart, we call HP our time machine to beyond Alpha Century bound. Thus, a billion stars cinthilate with gentle beams of hope Antimatter lovers lane And our heart Rd-Ad our home.🦋🦋. ~~~~ By: Karijinbba. Inspired by- Good better best MOI.

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Aug 5, 2021

Aug 5, 2021 at 11:33 AM UTC

karijinbba

Antimatter lovers lane

From out of space my love re appeared and fast I ran away disbelieving. while hunted by webs of predators in greed modes trashing impeccable character inborn parenthood trait courage, heart skill grace, as weapons eluding chase avating jealousy outface. Each grotesque stunt trampled me to fall in pain. losing all crops of my hard labour scenarious so turbulent to depict. in any story poetry or book My love spark within outlived travesty and misery sent in. From an ancient love spell propelled a new lovers aim following me with grace deep as space, honor truth understanding patience Twin loss, twin dreams Experiences base the glue. Large as the cosmos we both Phathom, thirst, crave and love. Synchronicity in telepathy; the cosmos conspires offering cards to read virtual modes to explore our receptiveness. Our loving is a Deja-VU indeed. An ancient powerhouse, with outworldly, genetic legacies We both share in our weave. a hybrid mutant Adam and Eve. Who's my mystic beloved?A brightest star over Jaipur! Intergalactic, art at heart. Poet verse, he's honey bee. His aim is firm as his name He is me I am him within! similar avatar in the outside We tingle a double mystic smile. A magnetic vortex keep us both In one LOVEz voyage loop, through space.🐝🐝🛸. His vessel his gates his hands His mind,heart, soul is my own. Nothing and no one can pull us apart, we call HP our time machine to beyond Alpha Century bound. Thus, a billion stars cinthilate with gentle beams of hope Antimatter lovers lane And our heart Rd-Ad our home.🦋🦋. ~~~~ By: Karijinbba. Inspired by- Good better best MOI.

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Sep 4, 2015

Sep 4, 2015 at 2:10 AM UTC

aghori-baba

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so in pure fabled fashion, at the battle of Haldighati (1576), Chetak, Maharana Pratap astride, leapt across a gaping betwixt two cliffs and fatally injured, died a hero, that 400-odd years later the Arabian steed stands stone-cut in Jaipur, the Maharana urging him on to battle, Chetak, all set to go airborne...

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Jul 18, 2016

Jul 18, 2016 at 9:21 AM UTC

snehith-kumbla

Legend of Chetak

so in pure fabled fashion, at the battle of Haldighati (1576), Chetak, Maharana Pratap astride, leapt across a gaping betwixt two cliffs and fatally injured, died a hero, that 400-odd years later the Arabian steed stands stone-cut in Jaipur, the Maharana urging him on to battle, Chetak, all set to go airborne...

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one fine spring morning sitting in my chair newspaper in hand basking the sun in front of my eyes a scene thus run: a sparrow perched on nearby neem tree sailed to my verandah and sat on the sill, in front a looking glass a while she sat still a little thoughtful a little perplexed finally she was bitterly vexed. her own image in the glass she couldn’t tolerate to beat it with her bill at the glass she knocked, so madly she did drill as if ‘the other’ she would **** in doing this she broke her beak all over the beak the blood did spill, ignorantly her own she couldn’t bear mercilessly her own with her own beak tear. frequently she visits, she now understands, she comes with her company but I never saw the repeat, she and her company seem to have known the harmony in Nature to places they have flown. WE ‘the roof and crown of things’ spill blood of our brothers some times on 9/11 in US and fly again in Jaipur and Bombay high. How long will go on this ****** trail? When will the harmony in man prevail? C. P. Sharma

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Mar 21, 2010

Mar 21, 2010 at 8:16 AM UTC

c-p-sharma-1

A Sparrow

one fine spring morning sitting in my chair newspaper in hand basking the sun in front of my eyes a scene thus run: a sparrow perched on nearby neem tree sailed to my verandah and sat on the sill, in front a looking glass a while she sat still a little thoughtful a little perplexed finally she was bitterly vexed. her own image in the glass she couldn’t tolerate to beat it with her bill at the glass she knocked, so madly she did drill as if ‘the other’ she would **** in doing this she broke her beak all over the beak the blood did spill, ignorantly her own she couldn’t bear mercilessly her own with her own beak tear. frequently she visits, she now understands, she comes with her company but I never saw the repeat, she and her company seem to have known the harmony in Nature to places they have flown. WE ‘the roof and crown of things’ spill blood of our brothers some times on 9/11 in US and fly again in Jaipur and Bombay high. How long will go on this ****** trail? When will the harmony in man prevail? C. P. Sharma

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Sep 9, 2015

Sep 9, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC

aghori-baba

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mera dil jayapur bhaarat mein dhadakata hai ~my heart beats in Jaipur India~ Dil ko tumse pyar hua Jayapur ~my heart fell in love with you in Jayspur India~ mera dil ham jayapur bhaarat mein toot gaya ~my heart is broken in Jayapur India~ ~all the way to America.~ mera dil ham sabhee tarah se tod diya amerika aur vaapas karane ke lie mera dil bhaarat se lekar amerika aur peechhe tak toota hua hai It just means My heart is broken all the way from India to America and back. that's the beauty of being s poetess we can dream aware that dreams don't always come true ek kavayitree hone ke naate yahee khoobasooratee hai ham sapane dekhate hain ki sabhee sapane sach nahin hote hain ~~~~~ My dear Hello Poetry I didn't cared for followers nor comments or denied suns I was looking for my true love. mere priy ech.pee sun mujhe pholoars kament kee paravaah nahin thee aur na hee sooraj sun mujhe apane sachche pyaar kee talaash thee I found my beloved asleep deep in my heart mainne apane priy ko apane dil kee gaharaiyon mein soya paaya. ~just waiting for my kiss.~ bas mere chumban ke lie intajaar. Just waiting for my kiss. ~~ By Karijinbba 06-2021

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Jun 23, 2021

Jun 23, 2021 at 4:32 PM UTC

karijinbba

My heart beats in Jaipur India

mera dil jayapur bhaarat mein dhadakata hai ~my heart beats in Jaipur India~ Dil ko tumse pyar hua Jayapur ~my heart fell in love with you in Jayspur India~ mera dil ham jayapur bhaarat mein toot gaya ~my heart is broken in Jayapur India~ ~all the way to America.~ mera dil ham sabhee tarah se tod diya amerika aur vaapas karane ke lie mera dil bhaarat se lekar amerika aur peechhe tak toota hua hai It just means My heart is broken all the way from India to America and back. that's the beauty of being s poetess we can dream aware that dreams don't always come true ek kavayitree hone ke naate yahee khoobasooratee hai ham sapane dekhate hain ki sabhee sapane sach nahin hote hain ~~~~~ My dear Hello Poetry I didn't cared for followers nor comments or denied suns I was looking for my true love. mere priy ech.pee sun mujhe pholoars kament kee paravaah nahin thee aur na hee sooraj sun mujhe apane sachche pyaar kee talaash thee I found my beloved asleep deep in my heart mainne apane priy ko apane dil kee gaharaiyon mein soya paaya. ~just waiting for my kiss.~ bas mere chumban ke lie intajaar. Just waiting for my kiss. ~~ By Karijinbba 06-2021

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You are welcome to share this poem for noncommercial use and dedicate it to your favorite mother, but please credit the author if you share it on social media or elsewhere on the Internet … Mother’s Smile by Michael R. Burch There never was a fonder smile than mother’s smile, no softer touch than mother’s touch. So sleep awhile and know she loves you more than “much.” So more than “much,” much more than “all.” Though tender words, these do not speak of love at all, nor how we fall and mother’s there, nor how we reach from nightmares in the ticking night and she is there to hold us tight. There never was a stronger back than father’s back, that held our weight and lifted us, when we were small, and bore us till we reached the gate, then held our hands that first bright mile till we could run, and did, then flew. But, oh, a mother’s tender smile will leap and follow after you! I have dedicated this poem to my mother, Christine Ena Burch, and my wife, Elizabeth Harris Burch. Published by TALESetc, Famous Poets and Poems, Poems for Big Kids (anthology), Victorian Violet Press, Better Than Starbucks, Promosaik (Germany), Pour Femme (Italy), Korean Palmers, JIT Jaipur (India), Inspirational Stories and Care2Care; also Penguin Books Valentine’s Day Contest Winner and included in the Children of Gaza song cycle by composer Eduard de Boer. Keywords/Tags: Mother, Mothers, Day, love, compassion, tenderness, encouragement, selflessness, sacrifice, comfort, hugs, kisses, smile, smiles

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May 9, 2020

May 9, 2020 at 2:28 AM UTC

michael-r-burch

Free Mother's Day Poem

You are welcome to share this poem for noncommercial use and dedicate it to your favorite mother, but please credit the author if you share it on social media or elsewhere on the Internet … Mother’s Smile by Michael R. Burch There never was a fonder smile than mother’s smile, no softer touch than mother’s touch. So sleep awhile and know she loves you more than “much.” So more than “much,” much more than “all.” Though tender words, these do not speak of love at all, nor how we fall and mother’s there, nor how we reach from nightmares in the ticking night and she is there to hold us tight. There never was a stronger back than father’s back, that held our weight and lifted us, when we were small, and bore us till we reached the gate, then held our hands that first bright mile till we could run, and did, then flew. But, oh, a mother’s tender smile will leap and follow after you! I have dedicated this poem to my mother, Christine Ena Burch, and my wife, Elizabeth Harris Burch. Published by TALESetc, Famous Poets and Poems, Poems for Big Kids (anthology), Victorian Violet Press, Better Than Starbucks, Promosaik (Germany), Pour Femme (Italy), Korean Palmers, JIT Jaipur (India), Inspirational Stories and Care2Care; also Penguin Books Valentine’s Day Contest Winner and included in the Children of Gaza song cycle by composer Eduard de Boer. Keywords/Tags: Mother, Mothers, Day, love, compassion, tenderness, encouragement, selflessness, sacrifice, comfort, hugs, kisses, smile, smiles

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आर आर रॉयल भ्रम भये एल एस जी लूटा मैच जीता क्रेज क्रिकेट का यही था कल का सच। अच्छी थी व्यवस्था अच्छा शाम माहौल एक तरफ चीयर लीडर्स एक तरफ हल्ला बोल। दो-चार फोटो, दो-चार सेल्फी खरीदो भूगड़ा भी तो लगे जेब हल्की ज्यों -ज्यों घूमे कैमरा भीड़ संभाले अपना रोल दाल-बाटी, चूरमा हवा उचारे बोल। एस एम एस स्टेडियम दमके ज्यों दुल्हन नूर मोबाइल की टॉर्च "ओन"कर-कर के लगा भीड़ देख रही कोई हूर।। Saw the RR Vs LSG match at SMS Stadium Jaipur by going at stadium and expressed the feelings as about the ambience.

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Apr 20, 2025

Apr 20, 2025 at 11:10 PM UTC

Mohan

RR Vs LSG IPL

आर आर रॉयल भ्रम भये एल एस जी लूटा मैच जीता क्रेज क्रिकेट का यही था कल का सच। अच्छी थी व्यवस्था अच्छा शाम माहौल एक तरफ चीयर लीडर्स एक तरफ हल्ला बोल। दो-चार फोटो, दो-चार सेल्फी खरीदो भूगड़ा भी तो लगे जेब हल्की ज्यों -ज्यों घूमे कैमरा भीड़ संभाले अपना रोल दाल-बाटी, चूरमा हवा उचारे बोल। एस एम एस स्टेडियम दमके ज्यों दुल्हन नूर मोबाइल की टॉर्च "ओन"कर-कर के लगा भीड़ देख रही कोई हूर।। Saw the RR Vs LSG match at SMS Stadium Jaipur by going at stadium and expressed the feelings as about the ambience.

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