हरा-भरा वह,
रसीला मीठा,
गन्ने की तरह ।
साफ किया उसे,
काट लिया जिसे,
गन्ने की तरह ।
मजबूत गोल बेलनों ने,
रस निकाला उससे,
गन्ने की तरह ।
फिर वहीं माटी में,
फेंक दिया उसे,
गन्ने की तरह ।
हरा-भरा वह,
रसीला मीठा,
गन्ने की तरह ।
साफ किया उसे,
काट लिया जिसे,
गन्ने की तरह ।
मजबूत गोल बेलनों ने,
रस निकाला उससे,
गन्ने की तरह ।
फिर वहीं माटी में,
फेंक दिया उसे,
गन्ने की तरह ।
Aapke poem sey mujhe ek baat yaad aa rahi hai……soch rahi hun likh hi dalun:)
Na main kanjoos hun,
na hi makhhichoos hun,
na hi main machharchoos hun,
Main to maidan-e-jung mein,
maha ganne choos hun!! 😉 😛
ketari in bihar
wah wah premji,
Geet kya Liki,
Badhai ho Badhai.
Iss dil aaur dimaag ko badhai ho badhai.
wah wah premji
@TTH,
Lol @ Maha Ganna Choos….. Aisi khichai mere poem ki…Gurrrr… I mean.. Guru – Gur… Chela – Chini 😀
In fact the poem was meant for the person who feel just ‘used’ and left out without caring either.
@Shalini,
Haan ji Ketari… Ketari ke khet.. aur bachpan ki chori… Chatt puja mein ketari.. aur raaste ke paas Ketari ka ras.. Nostalgic feelings…. 🙂
@Indo Blogger,
Apne tariff kya ki .. lagta ek poem hi likh dali.. Thanks a lot.. I am feeling happy to see you in personal Blogging 🙂
hehehehe….main aur khichayi….Mission impossible 4th…!! 😉
but ganne ka juice…really missing here! huhuhuu… 🙁
Kanjoos, makkhichoos, gannachoos…. LOL… yaad aa gayi kuch baatein :))
@TTH,
Par khichai mein to poem ka pura juice nikal gaya.
Yeah most of us are missing ‘the sweetness’ of north in south or abroad. Fortunately in Bangalore its available in many places.
@Stars,
Haan .. din mein taare dikh gaye….. aur saath mein Daanvir Raja Harishchandra ki kahani yaad aa gayi 😉