Poems are such a thing which is the best way to express human feelings because in poems, big things can be said in a few lines, so today we have brought for you some poems written by us, so let's start.

                   History

 from whom we had to learn

there is a debate on that

This is wrong - that is right

the conversation has started again

  on history . 

It is being said as per one's wish.

anything on history

Just turn the pages and take a look

on the history of truth

the conversation has started again

  on history . 

These days, history edit button is available on the university's website.

People are reading with interest knowing all the truth

the conversation has started again

on history . 

As soon as you press the send button

Then discussion - on intersection history

fighting with sticks

Knowing the history of your eyes

Knowledge - Science, Development and Employment

Truth is dying in the graveyard of history

  Still people are celebrating and then

Discuss history once -2 . 

    dreams of the society

it's evening

Everything is overloaded in the mind

When I reached home I came to know

whom I have lived through

all are dreams of society

sat for a while and asked myself

where are my dreams

So the answer came from outside

you have dreams

  but that's just nonsense

I try

live my dreams

  cold dark night

Then God knows from where they open up

boxes of knowledge of sociology

And it turns out that

you are not yours

you only belong to this society

And this knowledge pot is just nonsense

don't even know this

why do i get involved again

To fulfill these dreams of the society

It's the same morning again

and i get ready

By killing the religion of one's own dreams

and I leave

To fulfill the dreams of the society. 

                    I hope

I hope you also miss me

something else, yes or no

you too must be troubled sometimes

Times are changing, slowly

But my soul must be coming into your body.

And now whatever the reality may be

but i hope

Now even death sees my condition

She would always return half way.

                 My pen 

paper ocean of my thoughts

The boat of my pen.

I often cross

When the storm - the mind overflows with thoughts

  And it's nothing much

  This is the power of my pen.

utlangi - high - high waves / storm

Manhole

Dream moon

It became a manhole of the reality of youth.

gilli danda

Manhole of people became a weapon in youth

  Time passed slowly like this.

but did not know

that when the feeling of friends

Turned into discrimination.

My whole life is spent in carrying the fair.

went out and when

Died in the manhole of that filth

So the false arrogance of the governments for years

Flowed into the manhole itself.

Distressed

A father sitting on a cot

This is the condition of his dilapidated house

Seeing all this, the father also felt sad.

Now suffering from wounds

The discord between the sons is a property dispute.

say out of respect

Who is responsible for this mess? (Dokra = old man)

Knowing this new identity of mine

  father's heart too

Now suffering from wounds

Those whom we consider as daughters and opened up our court.

Those who were punished by removing their own jewelery

Those Lakshmi are also in bad condition

she says from inside the house

Dokri died. (Dokri = old woman)

Now this dokra is moongta dal on our chest

Hearing all this the father also

  suffering from wounds

looks up again and again

With your moist, buzzing eyes

and says

O Lord, the pain from these wounds of life is unbearable.

nothing much now

just give me death

The wounds are so deep that even now

  Happily accepted.

Now he is suffering from wounds.

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