Children listen to stories from grandmother and I too use to listen when I was kid. One fine day my grandmother told me something very creative about herself - She was a good student and was passionate about studies, embroidery and cooking. She told me a poem thereafter.
You people won't believe but this is true. My grandmother won prize in poem recitation for this particular poem when she was in class Vth . She liked the poem and remembered her prize winning ceremony throughout her life. The poem describes the simple and peaceful essence of rural life which is much different from the stressful and deceitful urban life. Hats-off to you grandma( daadi maa/mammaji - the way I call her).
The poem writer is unknown and the poem is written using Hindi words.
This poem is dedicated to my Late Grandmother.
Here it goes...
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Yadhapi woh kaale hain tann se
Par ati hain ujjawal mann se!
Apna yah mitti ka ghar hai Gopat Chinhan aangan tatt hai
Rakhe ek oor jalghat hain!
Khaprailon par hain belen chhaain
Phoolein-Phalein hari mann bhai!
Kaashi phal Kusmaand kahin hai
Kahin laukiyaan latak rahi hain!
You people won't believe but this is true. My grandmother won prize in poem recitation for this particular poem when she was in class Vth . She liked the poem and remembered her prize winning ceremony throughout her life. The poem describes the simple and peaceful essence of rural life which is much different from the stressful and deceitful urban life. Hats-off to you grandma( daadi maa/mammaji - the way I call her).
The poem writer is unknown and the poem is written using Hindi words.
This poem is dedicated to my Late Grandmother.
Here it goes...
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Aaha gram jeevan bhi kya hai
Kyon na isse sabka mann bhaye!
Thode mein nirvaah yahan hai
Aisi suvidha aur kahan hai!
Yahan shahar ki baat nahin
Apni-Apni ghaat nahin!
Aadam mar ka kaam nahin
Anachaar ka naam nahin!
Yahan gatkathe chor nahin
Tarah-tarah ki shor nahin!
Gundo ki na yahan banaati
Izzat nahin kisi ki jaati!
Seedhe-saadhe bhole bhale
Hain graam jeevan manushya niraale!
Ek dusre ki mamta hain
Sab mein prem mayi samata hain!
Yadhapi woh kaale hain tann se
Apna yah mitti ka ghar hai Gopat Chinhan aangan tatt hai
Rakhe ek oor jalghat hain!
Khaprailon par hain belen chhaain
Phoolein-Phalein hari mann bhai!
Kaashi phal Kusmaand kahin hai
Kahin laukiyaan latak rahi hain!
Hai jaisa gunn yahan hawa mein
Praapt nahi daaktari dawa mein!
Sandhaya samaya gaon ke baahar
Hota nandan vipin nichhawar!
Atithi kahin jab aa jaata hai, thahraaya jata hai jaise,
Jaise koi sambandhi ho aise!
Shikchha ka prakaash yadi hota
Bahta bimal buddhi ka rota!
Toh graam swarga bann jaate
Purna shaanti mein samm jaate!!
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P.S: All the pictures are taken on the outskirts of my village.
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