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Things I See When I Take A Walk.

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Hello my precious readers. A very good day to all. So, again I am back with my “johny johny yes papa” rhyme. It has been a long time since I have blogged. Because nowadays, I blog for my daughter. Yes, this rhyme is again for my daughter, which was supposed to be published somewhere in a school magazine or something. But I think they didn’t like it. Hence, I am publishing it here. Anyways, I always publish the post or rhyme which I have written elsewhere. So here it goes;

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It’s been a long time,
haven’t been to my favorite place.
So let’s go there and take a walk
and see things and talk.

The portion of huge lawn,
reserved by beautiful aunties
recites prayers and storytellers
in their sixties.

Small playground, seized by football lovers
playing like Ronaldo and Messi
wearing their favourite jersey.

The kids’ play area
is like a war zone
less they play,
the more they cry in high tone.

The walking track by the side
is always empty
kids started using them
for cycling.

Some use the lawn
for picnics
the security guards always shout at them
for eating in public.

Yes, this is my favourite place,
because I can see guava, custard apple and lemon tree
which kids pluck and eat
because it’s free.

Come and visit my favourite park.
I am sure you will like it to the top.
and let me know the things you saw
when you took a walk.

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Hope you all liked it. Do check out my other verse as well. Didactic Cinquain, The Sentimental Verse, Celebration Makes A Great Desert, The Rhymester In Me, Kitkat Or Cadbury And Why? Do like and comment. Pingbacks will be appreciated. Thank you.

Akhbaar (अख़बार) – Literary Work By Kalpesh Anand

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Now-a-days, We all are going through tough times. Some are facing huge losses, some have to shut their business completely. The people who didn’t do anything in life, went into depression. Even students went clueless about their future. Yet we all are waiting for the good news. We have been told to stay away from news and media, so that we can stay happy but the truth is we can’t stay away from news because other than that we have other news as well. Love it or hate it – but we can’t ignore it.

This is nothing but a printed publication, a newspaper. Also known as Akhbaar (अख़बार) in Hindi. So, while checking out some content on the internet, I came across a condensed, compact verse written by Blogger Kalpesh Anand. The poem is called अख़बार and he has  solely mentioned how newspapers write more about bad things and very few about good things.

Kalpesh Anand, is a perplexed poet and his maximum poems are in Marathi n Hindi. Those who have a very good knowledge of understanding Marathi morphology will definitely love his way of expressing his ideas on any topic. He not only writes about politics but also has a deep understanding about life and love. He has followers from all over the world. Do follow his blog.

Well, here goes one of his masterpieces in Hindi Language

अख़बार के हर एक पन्ने पर मुद्दा कोई संजिदासा
पढ़के खबर हर एक मगर सियाही के जैसे बिखरसा
कुछ मर गए, मारे गए, कुछ पैसों के फेरफारसा
सच भी कभी छपता मगर दो लफ्जोंमें लपेटासा

बाजार में सजता गया हर जेब का रंग होलिसा
खेतों में और मरते रहे, न उगले जमीं कुछ सोनेसा
सियासत ने भी जब मूह खोला, लगता उन्हें साजिशसा
तपता रहेगा दिन मगर लगता रहा बारिशसा

न मनो इसे पर मनो भी हकीक़तसे मैं अन्जानासा
किसीको अगर लगता नहीं कर सकता हैं ये अपिलसा
खेलोगे तुम हारूँगा मैं कुछ बन गया दस्तुरसा
संजीदगीसे कहता हूँ, तू भी बन गया अखबारसा

He has expressed in his poem that the each issue in the newspaper is very serious and important. Truth was also revealed but it was in just two lines and was hidden by money. The argument in politics went off-topic. We try not to believe it, but we still believe it. And in the end, we all behave like a newspaper.