Poems

यह कदम्ब का पेड़ यह कदम्ब का पेड़ अगर माँ होता यमुना तीरे। मैं भी उस पर बैठ कन्हैया बनता धीरे-धीरे॥ ले देतीं यदि मुझे बांसुरी तुम दो पैसे वाली। किसी तरह नीची हो जाती यह कदंब की डाली॥ तुम्हें नहीं कुछ कहता पर मैं चुपके-चुपके आता। उस नीची डाली …

Convictions are so rarely seen these days. We may have high and noble ideas but when it comes to actually do some thing about them, few actually step forward. In such a milieu, if we see some one actually sticking to his / her convictions and taking a stand even …

A simple and fun poem for children. What fun it would have been if the trees could walk? I have done the illustration myself. Rajiv Krishna Saxena अगर पेड़ भी चलते होते अगर पेड भी चलते होते कितने मजे हमारे होते बांध तने में उसके रस्सी चाहे जहाँ कहीं ले …

Here is an old and famous poem of Dinkar Ji. Amazing thing is that even though this poem must be half a century old, it is so relevant to today’s scene in the country also. Insensitivity of the capital city to woes of the poor public in the country seems …

A village kachchi road is converted into a black tar-coal modern road. With that the old magic is buried forever. Only memories remain, and nostalgia… Here is an excerpt from a poem by Sarveshwar Dayal Saxena. Rajiv Krishna Saxena कच्ची सड़क सुनो ! सुनो ! यहीं कहीं एक कच्ची सड़क …

तुम कितनी सुंदर लगती हो तुम कितनी सुंदर लगती हो जब तुम हो जाती हो उदास! ज्यों किसी गुलाबी दुनिया में सूने खंडहर के आसपास मदभरी चांदनी जगती हो! मुख पर ढंक लेती हो आंचल ज्यों डूब रहे रवि पर बादल‚ या दिनभर उड़ कर थकी किरन‚ सो जाती हो …

Here is a cry from a lover’s heart who sees his sweet-heart drifting away but is unable to convince her to return. A very touching poem indeed. Pleadings are so personal that we feel as if we are treading into territory that is extremely private. See the last two lines …

Here is an old gem! Many readers requested for this lovely poem depicting the birth and flow of a river – Rajiv Krishna Saxena यह लघु सरिता का बहता जल यह लघु सरिता का बहता जल‚ कितना शीतल‚ कितना निर्मल। हिमगिरि के हिम निकल–निकल‚ यह विमल दूध–सा हिम का जल‚ …

I wrote this poem, or should I say the poem forced its way out of my heart when I was stationed in US for a long period and was sorely missing home on the eve of Diwali- Rajiv Krishna Saxena विवशता इस बार नहीं आ पाऊँगा… पर निश्चय ही यह …

Kaikayi had coerced Dashrath to give the kingdom of Ayodhya to her son Bharat and banished the elder stepson Ram to the forest for 14 years. Bharat loved his elder brother too much to have allowed this to happen but unfortunately, he was away when all this happened. Dashrath died …