Category: Poetry

(Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi—an ex Naval Officer, possesses a multifaceted personality. He served as Senior Advisor in prestigious Supercomputer organisation C-DAC, Pune. An alumnus of IIM Ahmedabad was involved in various Artificial Intelligence and High-Performance Computing projects of national and international repute. He has got a long experience in the field of ‘Natural Language Processing’, especially, in the domain of Machine Translation. He has taken the mantle of translating the timeless beauties of Indian literature upon himself so that it reaches across the globe. He has also undertaken translation work for Shri Narendra Modi, the Hon’ble Prime Minister of India, which was highly appreciated by him. He is also a member of ‘Bombay Film Writer Association’.)

We present his awesome poem ~ Who will do then…?… ~We extend our heartiest thanks to the learned author Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi Ji, who is very well conversant with Hindi, Sanskrit, English and Urdu languages for sharing this classic poem.  

☆ Who will do then…? ☆

☆

Who will tend to the wounds of the

ones, who have been hit by the stones

Everyone will take away the fruits, but

Who’ll take care of the wounded trees?

*

Fire will neither favour you nor me,

Don’t fan it, fire never spares anyone

If my flaming house turns into ashes,

then who’ll be able to save your house?

*

Hide your craftily carved artifacts

in your bag and beat a hasty retreat

People are woefully blind here,

Nobody will see your artistic talent

*

Everyone is sitting so assuredly next

to their own water filled canals

Who will ever quench the thirst of

the millions of dying thirsty people?

*

When I reach home, everyone will

recklessly pounce to ransack my bag

Who will ever bother to see the dust

of the journey stinging in my eyes?

 ☆

(Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi—an ex Naval Officer, possesses a multifaceted personality. He served as Senior Advisor in prestigious Supercomputer organisation C-DAC, Pune. An alumnus of IIM Ahmedabad was involved in various Artificial Intelligence and High-Performance Computing projects of national and international repute. He has got a long experience in the field of ‘Natural Language Processing’, especially, in the domain of Machine Translation. He has taken the mantle of translating the timeless beauties of Indian literature upon himself so that it reaches across the globe. He has also undertaken translation work for Shri Narendra Modi, the Hon’ble Prime Minister of India, which was highly appreciated by him. He is also a member of ‘Bombay Film Writer Association’.)

We present his awesome poem ~ Birth of a Poem… ~We extend our heartiest thanks to the learned author Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi Ji, who is very well conversant with Hindi, Sanskrit, English and Urdu languages for sharing this classic poem.  

☆ Birth of a Poem…  ☆

☆

The  hapless day,  when  the

heartful  writing  is not done,

Pen has not danced elatedly

on the mystic spotless paper,

Is a day utterly wasted with

the  night,  grimly  sleepless..!

* 

 Until the effusive emotions

flow like mountainous river

Never  does  the  field  of

letters get fully soddened,

Soddened to get sown with

seeds to give birth to a poem..!

The pen has lightened the ever    

overpowering  worldly  anxieties,

How else, would I ever be able

to carry so much of cosmic burden             

Everyone may know how to read,

But may not, comprehend a poem!

 ☆

(Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi—an ex Naval Officer, possesses a multifaceted personality. He served as Senior Advisor in prestigious Supercomputer organisation C-DAC, Pune. An alumnus of IIM Ahmedabad was involved in various Artificial Intelligence and High-Performance Computing projects of national and international repute. He has got a long experience in the field of ‘Natural Language Processing’, especially, in the domain of Machine Translation. He has taken the mantle of translating the timeless beauties of Indian literature upon himself so that it reaches across the globe. He has also undertaken translation work for Shri Narendra Modi, the Hon’ble Prime Minister of India, which was highly appreciated by him. He is also a member of ‘Bombay Film Writer Association’.)

We present his awesome poem ~ Nostalgia… ~We extend our heartiest thanks to the learned author Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi Ji, who is very well conversant with Hindi, Sanskrit, English and Urdu languages for sharing this classic poem.  

☆ Nostalgia…  ☆

☆

The feeling of losing him

is still there, —fervently alive

Whatever happened,

shouldn’t  have happened,

this glumness is still there..!

Neither that roof exists there

nor is there that huge tree,

I probed into the reason for

falling of that snuggly tree…

Understandably,

the nostalgic memories

got better of him and

it uprooted itself…

When have the

results of war

ever been decided

in the battle field..?

Till the time,

pining memories

are simmeringly alive,

It wages on, ceaselessly…

Now, the only struggle left

is that of forgetting him

to cease the everlasting war..!

 ☆

(Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi—an ex Naval Officer, possesses a multifaceted personality. He served as Senior Advisor in prestigious Supercomputer organisation C-DAC, Pune. An alumnus of IIM Ahmedabad was involved in various Artificial Intelligence and High-Performance Computing projects of national and international repute. He has got a long experience in the field of ‘Natural Language Processing’, especially, in the domain of Machine Translation. He has taken the mantle of translating the timeless beauties of Indian literature upon himself so that it reaches across the globe. He has also undertaken translation work for Shri Narendra Modi, the Hon’ble Prime Minister of India, which was highly appreciated by him. He is also a member of ‘Bombay Film Writer Association’.)

We present his awesome poem ~ Enlightment… ~We extend our heartiest thanks to the learned author Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi Ji, who is very well conversant with Hindi, Sanskrit, English and Urdu languages for sharing this classic poem.  

☆ Enlightment…  ☆

☆

When enlightment dawned,

sorrow  became  the  succour

Source of love became genesis

of  benevolence  in  the  heart…

 *

Gradually the ritual became 

less excruciatingly painful

Slowly-slowly  the  song  of

the heart became the pacifier

 *

Now whichever way we go,

I keep finding a greater joy

Thorns became flowers and

flowers became the gardens…

 *

Sorrow kept on decreasing

with  the  passage  of  time,

The word that did not exist

became  a  renowned story…

 ☆