Ladte poems on Hello Poetry

Shrivastva MK Jun 2017

PAISA

Maine paise ke liye insaan ko badalte dekha hai,
Maine paise ke liye insaan ko tadapate dekha hai,
Ye bhagwan to nahi par,
Iske liye insaan ko marte dekha hai,

Maine Paise ke liye kisi ko kadi dhup me jalte dekha hai,
Maine Paise ke liye kisi ko thand me tadapte dekha hai,
Ye grihdata to nahi par,
Iske liye kitno ke Ghar ujarte dekha hai,

Maine Paise ke liye riste badalte dekha hai,
Maine Paise ke liye kisi ko naak ragarte dekha hai,
Ye koi aahar to nahi par,
Iske bina kaiyo ko bin bhojan ke sote dekha hai,

Maine Paise ke liye insaan ko nazaro se girte dekha hai,
Maine Paise ke liye insaan ko aag par chalte dekha hai,
Ye koi Ann to nahi par,
Iske bina insaan to bhukh se marte dekha hai,

Maine paiso ke liye aurat ke kapade utarte dekha hai,
Maine paiso ke liye Ghar me bahu ko jalte dekha hai,
Ye koi vastra to nahi par,
Iske bina kaiyo ko bin kapade yu tahalte dekha hai,

Maine paiso ke liye Bhai Bhai ko ladte dekha hai,
Maine paise ke liye ladki ko sadak par thirkate dekha hai,
Ye koi bhagya to nahi par,
Esse kaiyo ke bhaag badlate dekha hai,
Bhag badlate dekha hai.....

Its my personal opinion about money,if any word or sentence hurts u sorry for that,
We have really seen the real figure of money,and have seen children working in company for money..
Translation available

#feelings #money #sad #hindi

BJ Oct 2022

Ek chand

Ek chand gumsum sa hai
Door desh rehta  hai.

Jab b puch lo kyu udas hai
Koi baat nahi kehta hai
Kya kho gya hai uska jo door desh me dhoondta hai
Sans is zami me hai
To vha ku ghumta hai.
Muje fark yun padta hai
Ku Maine is chand ko haste hasate dekha hai.
Ladte jhagadte roothte manate dekha hai.
Us chand Ka taqiya b uski ankho ki nami mehsus karta hai.
Bhai jan to hai par aapi ammi ki kami mehsus karta hai.

Vo vha aasman ki talash me gya hai
Apne sapno k jahan ki talash me gya hai.

Ab use is shehar ki chamak b raas ni aati
Kabhi bethkar sochta hai k is shehar kash na aati.

Maa ki panv ki jameen ko jannat hai janta hai.
Jo samne se jhagdta tha phone pe ammi Ka Sab kha manta hai.

Us chand Ka dil b toota hai kisi se keh ni paya
Sab kuch saha Akele
Bas Roye bina reh na paya

Ab Dard kam hai Bas kasak baki hai
Khalish baqi  hai jakhm pe thoda namak Baqi hai.

Or Hume intezar hai k vo chand Jane ab Kab hasega

Kab utha k tasveer zindagi ki usme rang bharega

Chudi bindi mehndi libaz Sab shaunk thode kam ** gye hai
Ye Sab dekh k hairan hum ** gye hai

** skta hai ye likha b use na pasand aye
** skta hai nazarandaz kare ya nazarband kar jaye

Hume yakin hai vo Khud k  Masle hal kar legi
Sabr or dua dono mile h use aj ni to kal kar legi

Dhal jayega jald vo saya jo chand pe aj betha hai.
Ek chand gumsum sa hai
Door desh rehta  hai.
Ek chand gumsum sa hai
Door desh rehta  hai.

#bj

Harshit Nangia May 2020

Stranger

Aaj koi Anjaana jankaar ** gaya
Koi paraya apna ** gaya .

Bade dino baad aaj apne pan ka ehsaas hua hai
Shayad uske liye nahi, par mere liye kuchh khaas hua hai.

Iss zamaane se ladte ladte main logon par se bharosa kho chuka hoon,
Par na jaane kyun, tujh par aitbaar karne laga hoon.

Yeh sahi hai ya galat yeh main nahi jaanta
Main bass itna jaanta hoon ki khud ko tere hawale kar chuka hoon.

Written a long time ago when a stranger came into my life and lit it up.

#stranger #happy #affinity #friend #trust #love

Akash Gupta Feb 2018

Miss u my love

Kafi arsha beet Gaye
Na Jane ab woh kaise hoge
Wakt ki sari kadvi baate
Chup-chup k sahete hoge
Ab bhi bhege barish Mai
Bin chatree k chalte hoge
Mujhse bichad k kafi wakt ** Gaye
Na Jane ab woh kisise ladte hoge
Kafi arsha beet Gaye
Na Jane ab woh kaise hoge
Na Jane ab woh kaise hoge
Park k bench Mai baith k
Woh bate kaise hoge
Tuition k classes Mai
Woh mulakate kaise hoge
Kafi arsha beet Gaye
Ba Jane ab woh kaise hoge
©akashgupta2310

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#hello #poetry

fandthende Jan 2015

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saa sker det. kan det her vaere det sidste skub?
4 maend skabte frygt i millioner. med twistet idelogier og skarp ladte vaaben.
og her sidder jeg. ser paa fnuggende der roligt danser med vinden.
hold kaeft hvor er jeg ligegyldig.
er jeg er tvunget til at leve i det her? tvunget til at deltage?
krigen er vel uundgaaelig.
man siger pennen er staerkere end svaerdet, men hvad nu hvis man skriver med blod?
et billed siger mere end 1000 ord. dette er blot malet med gevaerere. **** os!
se os! FOEL OS! FORVENT OS!
lad dem puste og proste, igen og igen. haabe de roede mursten holder.

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