Plastic surgery

Deformed, hurt face of Miss Affery.
She went for a plastic surgery.
Surgeon put a photo,
to make her in to-to.
Wrong image made her look apery.

Teacher, the tree of knowledge

The gems buried deep within us,
is dug out by the teacher.
He is the person who builds
our personality and the character.

To climb on to the goals of life,
teacher confers ladder of knowledge.
He provides the tools and techniques,
with help of that we dig our traits.

Teacher not only extracts the gem,
but also carves into perfect shape.
Whoever have got the true teacher,
the values of life, can easily cultivate.

To provide healthy fruits of life,
teacher is the tree of knowledge.
The student too has to make efforts,

has to go either to school or college.

Student can’t repay to the teacher,

in any term, for his debt. 
Barring few greedy ones, he expects,
mere student's success and respect.

First snowfall

In the morning, as I opened my room's window, 

the Nature was ready with an amazing show. 

Who spread the white sheet, over whole of the town,
all of the trees and buildings have silvery glow.

Ah-ha! the Valley looks like a milky terrain,  
The day has become snowy, silky  and serene.    
The gone night witnessed heavy snow fall, 
in whiteness of snow, the whole green is taken.

Sets in the season of joy, with first snow fall. 
But life in the vicinity, now begins to crawl. 
Instead holding hands, couples hold shovels,
and excited children started to play snow balls.

Loaded with lot of snow, my house is an igloo.
How I go out, snow has blocked the pathway too.
Heart is filled with cheer and the sporty wishes,
hides somewhere, in the dense trees, the cuckoo.

Birds stops flying Triolet

The bird flies and skips, branch to branch,
finds no place, to have the complete rest.
On a day it would have got the chance,
The bird flies and skips, branch to branch.
In Garden of Eden, at last would launch.
Shall find, there; its sweet celestial nest.
The bird flies and skips, branch to branch,
finds no place, to have the complete rest.

The bird stops flying and to skip,
she gets exact place, to finally rest.

Now no more distress, finished her trip.

The bird stops flying and to skip.
To the tree of life, she would clip.

Fruits of the Eden, she shall taste.  

The bird stops flying and to skip,
she gets exact place to finally rest.

Wings of butterfly

Beauty of the wings, in their colours lies.
with colourless wings, worried is, butterfly,

Decides to not bother, she yet can fly,
more important for her, to wander in the sky.

The colours on the wings are her pride,
but it is set of her wings, on which she glides.

The colours are for viewers, to like or dislike.
She needs just two sets wings, to sigh.

Though beauty is passion of every butterfly,
but knows, colourless not going to die.

With white or black, she can easily sustain,
if any of the wings goes, can't bear the pain.

Salute to Indian Martyrs

They gave up, their joy and youthfulness; 
sacrificed their lives for the nation. 

So as, live in peace and freedom,

their future generations. 

Soil is coloured in the blood of
Bhagat, Sukhdev, Rajguru and Mangal.
Bravery and sacrifices of Azad and
Subhash Chandra Bose were regal.

List of martyrs is very long,
and many names have been lost,
but the soil of land is yet wet,
their blood can't defrost.

Because of their great sacrifices
mother India smiled,
And feels safe and secured yet today,
her each and every child.

In the free India too,
many people have given their lives.
Their devotion to the nation,
made everyone peacefully thrive.

But the leaders indulged in scandals,
hardly think of their deeds;
divide the nation in caste and religion
to satisfy their selfish needs.

Unless every citizen gets justice
how can we say, the country free.
Many live with curse of poverty,
few have massive wealth's glee.

Politicians trade on the souls of martyrs,
for their own political cause.
Sometimes make memorials; 
to sing in elections, 'their deed, it was'.

Alas! who burns the tiranga,
he is sung by whole of the media.
Who comes covered in tiranga,
after his funeral, forgets India.

Wake up, O countrymen! and
remember the martyr's sacrifices.
Pay back, by keeping their land safe,
peaceful, fair, progressive and delighted.




From the sky, whenever, Bapu would have watched, 

Who distorted my country, he would have thought. 

Gandhi himself is disturbed, whose picture he sees?
Handed in the hands of the leaders, whether, same it is?
Sometimes worried, sometimes have felt out of sorts.  
Who distorted …

They have gathered, all sorts of the things enjoyable. 
To acquire, indulged themselves in lot of scandals.  
Alike them neither been, nor be in time to come forth.
Who distorted …

After they win the elections, they think them supreme.
Pilfer wealth of the public, to the extent of extreme. 
Seeing his successors, he must have been feeling abashed.  
Who distorted … 

Haiku

darkness deepens
lips are eager
to look for the lips


last night for gossip
kid gave up his sleep
with stars

squirrel !
don't touch that mango
it is ripen

spread colours
in the nature
soul dissolves

people divide 

even the rivers

to get water

To

Mr. John Stevenson
Peggy Willis Lyles Haiku Award 
The Heron's Nest

Sub : The Peggy Willis Lyles Haiku Awards for 2020 
           

Dear Sir,

I submit herewith my five haiku as below for the contest of 'The Peggy Willis Haiku Awards for 2020'. I hope, you would find this entry interesting and competitive.

I congratulate you for organising such award events, successfully in previous years.

Thanks

S. D. Tiwari
India


2020


catches neck
the virus attack
corona

bangles
jangle in next room
honeymoon

locked down
depressed is
whole town

if dare
go to China
locusts!

the farmer
ploughing back
locust attack

lightening
rain may come 
soon to home 



sent 2019

sorrowful
the sunflower
sun lowers

sorrowful
the sunflower
day's last hour

dear parrot !
hit beak on that mango
I need it

took away
my night's sleep
child's weep

gets flared

kissed by blowing air 

the wood fire 

he's killer
people say the lion
emperor



Sent for 2018

clouds too choose
sightseeing destination
my tea garden

misty night
moon and stars
hospitalised

more dense
under the wrinkles
shadow of love

sip of praise

makes my pen
run faster

squirrel!
pick your fallen fruit
let me shoot

Farmer is lucky

I am sure,
the farmer gets everything pure;
the food, water and the air to endure.
He talks to the flowers and the birds;
he interacts with flocks and the herds.
He is lucky, everyday, he  meets the God
far from home, in his fields, in the crops.
He meets the God in the orchards,
in the bushes and those chirping birds,
He meets Him in blossoms and his horse,
in the nights, in moon and the stars.
He praises the God, is praised by God too,
as to perform His duties, takes all the woe.
He does his duties in the true spirit,
for which God keeps him healthy and fit.
For all of us, the farmer grows grains.
We eat happily, he does take all the pain.

The lamp is dead

The lamp is dead

Air can touch that lamp, 
can fall upon, the sun rays bright.
Rains can wet the lamp too,
but that is not it's life.

It can see the world or the sky, 
can fetch for it, a good price.
But, would remain a dead thing 
unless it burns or ignites.

Because a lamp is meant for, 
to burn in the night;
To bear whole of the heat 
and give others glowing light.

It is made of gold or clay
it's worth is it's spirit and stripe,
whatever decoration it bears, 
worthless, unless enables one's sight.  

Holi haibun

India celebrates the festival of fun and joy, called Holi on 2nd March of this year. As per Hindu's calendar, Holi is beginning of new year i.e. New Samvat and mostly falls in the month of March. This festival signifies arrival of the Spring season and expectation of good crop harvesting. This is an ancient Hindu festival and popular in many parts of the South Asia. People play colours mixed water on each other. They also smear colour powder (gulal) on each other's faces and hug. Along with fun and joy this inculcates friendship and fraternity amongst them.

Holi festival 

masked in colours who is who 

difficult to know 

Great craze and courage is seen amongst the children. Right in the morning they are ready with their colours and the water guns (pichkari). They play colours, the whole day. This festival is really enjoyed by the children. Today they get liberty to tease even the older and elders by throwing colours. If someone resists, their charm in playing colours on him boosts, and feel it more funny because on this festival whoever is out in the streets, he is there to play the colours and he knows it is just impossible to return uncoloured.

rainbow has come down
on the faces of people
celebrates Holi

People go in the streets in groups singing and dancing. Whoever new joins the group, smears colour powder (gulal) on other members and hug turn by turn. People also enjoy many delectable dishes. Many dishes are homely made and few can be bought from the market. The guests and friends visiting anyone's home are offered these dishes.  

In your love, Ghazal

I forgot everything of the universe, in your love.
I remember yet all of our chatters, in your love.

My eyes saw, your eyes're like the lotus petals; 

therein, they were eager to immerse, in your love.
After they drank the lustre of those pretty eyes,
my eyes made me loony, the heart hoarse, in your love.
I was on mission to find a place, peaceful and safe;
where our dialogues, we can converse, in your love.
My heart always crave to sing your those whispers,
can't forget the echoes in  my ears, in your love.
The honey like sweet conversations, you exchanged,
for chanting again and again I rehearse, in your love.
Now left with mere desire SD to squander my whole;
though I know, later would face the worse, in your love.

Spring limerick

Warm wind of the Spring, starts to blow.
Turns quickly into stream, the snow.
Beast of valley's happy.
They can wash their nappy.
Whole of the valley is to glow. 

Makar Sankranti

Signifies change of the season, a festival.
To celebrate, gives great reason, a festival.

Inspires to bath, worship and give charity;
takes to the path of devotion, a festival.

Special khichadi, gajjak, revadi, and nuts 
are the dishes, tastes on occasion, a festival.

Happy are housewives, cooked 'Khichadi',
gives simple solution of kitchen, a festival.

Flying kite becomes passion of holiday;
gives to children, the recreation, a festival.

'Makar Sankranti' is the gateway of spring,
winter is gone for celebration, a festival.

You would love one day ghazal

My heart beats for you, your's will too, one day.
Perform etiquette of love, you will too, one day.

If you peek in my heart, in the real sense of love
you shall appreciate my love, that's true, one day.

You want to hunt love without giving a thought,
don't blame anyone, if you are duped, one day.

It's very difficult to find true love in this world,
if got hurt, you would moan in the woe, one day.

I've kept in my heart, nothing else but your love,
you'll cleanse too anything else, in lieu, one day.

You have built unstable palace of sand particles,
structure would be dismantled by you, one day.

When stumbled, you'd realise depth of my love,
and would ultimately say, 'I love you',  one day.