अब हम स्वच्छताग्रही बनते हैं!!!

अब हम स्वच्छताग्रही बन जाएंगे।।

देश को मुक्त करायेंगे,
कचरों की नदियों से,
मैल जो बैठा है भारत में,
इन कई सदियों से,
सङको, गली, चौराहें,
या किसी बस्ती में,
पार्कों, स्टेशनों,
या स्कूलों के बाहर में,
कितनी भी कठिनाई आए,
ऐसा हरदम पर,
कर दिख लाएंगे,
इसलिए, हम तो अब,
स्वच्छताग्रही बन जाएंगे।।

देश को मुक्त कराया था,
जैसे गुलामी की जंजीरों से,
सत्याग्रह अंदोलन,
गांधी ने करके,
सत्य एवं अहिंसा के
मार्ग पर चलके,
अब गंदगी की गुलामी से
हम आजादी पाएंगे,
अस्वच्छता के विरुद्ध
स्वच्छताग्रह आंदोलन चलाएंगे 
इसलिए, हम तो अब,
स्वच्छताग्रही बन जाएंगे।

हर घर में ज्योति,
स्वच्छता की जलाएंगे,
वातावरण नहीं  सिर्फ,
स्वच्छता हर मन में सजाएंगे,
देश के हर कोने में,
स्वच्छता की पवन बनाएंगे,
पुष्प वर्षा स्वच्छता की,
पूरे देश में कराएंगे,
विश्व में भारत की स्वच्छता,
को आदर्श बनाएंगे,
इसलिए, हम तो अब,
स्वच्छताग्रही बन जाएंगे।

शिवांगी सौम्या

Wants

Today, it is 21 Jan and a large human chain was going to form throughout Bihar. So, me, my  colleagues and some students were making banner, posters etc related to liquor prohibition. Around the room in which things were been done, a number of students had crowded it, just to get a chance to get one of those posters.
And after the human chain was formed , to those were given  banner, poster etc.
After half an hour, the same students were like, "Miss, I couldn't handle it more. My hands are paining extremely. Take it back.........."
  Some of the same kids have thrown the same posters they had wanted with extreme Desire.
  I took one of the poster and tried to give to someone else. But what the reply was amazing
  "Don't give it to me, Miss,
   Don't give it to me, Miss "
   He was saying in a way that if it was like a bomb.
I  was deeply wondering, if they were the same students who had asked for it.
  This incident taught me a lesson
" People want everything that is beautiful, but when we realise the responsibilities that comes with it, we don't hesitate to give it up in seconds.

Ifa Agnes
 

नशा मुक्त बिहार

नशे ने किया है तंग😾 😾
इससे हुई घरों की शांति भंग🏡😀
हर घर यूंही
आँसुओं में बहते थे 😭😭😭
किसी कि पत्नी👰👰👰
किसी के बच्चे सेहते थे👦👧
माँ बाप भी कहाँ👫👫
इससे बचते थे ।।
दुखों में डूबा इनका संसार था🌏🌏
घर बार उजङा अंबार था।। 🌅🌅

नशे से समाज का नाश हुआ🎑🎑
गृहस्थी के धन का भी विनाश हुआ 💸💸
किताब की जगह दारु आया📚📚📚
जिससे बच्चो का विकास थमा👭👭
घरों में लङाई आम हो गई💣💣
मार-पीट सरेआम  हो गई🔪🔪
बिमारी देती है, नशा नशा 🚬🚬
ये है मानव समाज के लिए सजा 💉
लेकिन कोई था समझता कहाँ?? 👳👳

लेकिन अच्छे दिन का वादा लेकर💪💪
एक दिन ऐसा आया👌👌
हमारे मुख्यमंत्री ने
नशे पर प्रतिबंध लगाया 🚭🚭
नतीजा इसका ये आया
घर में बंद हुई लङाई 🆓🆓
बच्चे करते हैं अब पढाई 📖📖
क्योंकि नशे की हुई विदाई 🚬🚬
इसलिए सबने ये ठाना है
बिहार को नशामुक्त बनाना👍👍 है
जन जन का कहना है 👏👏👇👌
बिहार को नशामुक्त रहना है👇👌
बिहार को नशामुक्त रहना है।।👇👌

शिवांगी सौम्या

Modern युग का बेटा

Modern युग का बेटा कैसा होता है ,
अखिलेश यादव जैसा होता है,

जब घर में महाभारत छिङती है,
अपने ही दो गुटों में बट जाते हैं,

आपसी कहासुनी में पिता भङक जाता है,
अपना वही पुराना रूतबा चाहता है,

दूसरों के कहने पर अपने बेटे को सजा दे डालता है,
उसे ही घर से निकल बाहर करता है,

बेटा भी आज के युग का बेटा है,
इसलिए ईंट का जबाब पत्थर से देता है,

वो नहला पर दहला मारता है,
बाप को बाप के घर से निकल फेंकता था,

जो अपना घर नहीं सम्भाल सकते हैं,
वो उत्तर प्रदेश कैसे सम्भालने,

घर की नौटंकी को जो Breaking News बनाते हैं,
अपनी राजनीति में जो जनता को भुला जाते हैं

क्या जनता इतनी समझदार नहीं?
क्या देंगी वो इनको इसका जबाब नहीं?

वक्त आने पर कर्म का फल स्वयं  मिलेगा,
जिसने जो किया उसका सजा मिलेगा

जब U.P. में फिर से एक बार कमल खिलेगा
जब U.P. में फिर से एक बार कमल खिलेगा

शिवांगी सौम्या सुहानी

My Words Are My Identity

My Words Are My Identity

Neither my colour,
Nor my skin,

Neither my weight,
Nor my height,

Neither my face,
Nor my expression

Neither my gender
Nor my Feminism.

But my words are my identity
But my words are my identity!!

And you can't say it's vulgarity,
But my words are my identity!!!

Written by
Ifa Agnes

When I Would Be Old

When I Would be Old

When I would be old, with those feeble hands,
The stammering words and the wrinkled bark
Do I would have a  hand, to go to the final destination,
Or I would be alone, with only my determination.

When my legs would, not go further,
When I would be, bent on my back,
And can't stand straight longer,
Do I would have a stick,
That would stick to me,
And Let me stay, as I want to be.

When youth have fallen from me,
Like the leaves that fall from tree,
When I would become a barren land,
Waiting for the last rain, to fall free,
Do I would have a rainbow to see
That would take me to the last dream.

When my muscles would become loose
And sight would faint like foggy luce,
When my skin would be shivering,
And my thoughts would be static,
Do I would have eyes of my own,
That would make me watch the last scene.

When  I would be old,
And my every belonging also,
When not all that stayed with me,
Will  exist certainly for any longer,
Do,  I would have any companion,
To go with me, by the unknown way to unknown allocation.

Written by
Ifa Agnes

Words

Words
Words can became arrow,
And would go apart,
Words can be breeze,
And blossom your heart.

Words can be gale of demon,
And can rend your innocent world,
Words can be fortune of rain,
And can be spring for droughted hurled.

Words can be auspicious blast
And can be greenery of optimism,
Words can be evil flood that last,
And can sink you in pessimism.

So, choice is much yours,
Of bitter or fruity tongue,
You want to be amicable person,
Either a nightmare for everyone.

Written by
Ifa Agnes

Success & Failure

Try and try,
Keep trying your best,
Till you don't achieve,
What you think, you can!!!

Don't feel sad,
If you fail, at your first attempt,
Because failure is,
The first step to success.

As an small ant,
Keep trying climbing on the wall,
Till it doesn't reach,
Where it want!!!

So,  don't be sad,
If you haven't achieved,
What you want,
Cause, one day comes for everyone,
When he is the hero of his own world.

And that day is the day,
When he becomes,  successful,
After facing failure.

Written by
Ifa Agnes

भारत माता के शूरवीरों को हमारी ओर से शत शत प्रणाम है

भारत माता के शूरवीरों को हमारी ओर से शत शत  प्रणाम है

जिसके कारण हम मनाते हैं दिवाली,
जिसके कारण शांति से होते बाकी त्योहार हैं,
जिसके कारण उठते खुशी-उमंगों के गुलाल है
उन शूरवीरों को हमारी ओर से शत शत  प्रणाम है।।

जो खुली हवा में सांसे हम ले,
जो बहती  नदी जिंदगी की बेफिक्री से,
इसके पीछे आपके अनगिनत त्याग हैं
आप शूरवीरों को हमारी ओर से शत शत  प्रणाम है।।

आपके बलिदानों की कहानीयाँ असंख्य-हजार हैं,
जिसके लिए हम सदैव कर्जदार हैं,
ये कविता आपके लिए एक कृतज्ञता का श्रृंगार है,
भारत माता के शूरवीरों को हमारी ओर से शत शत  प्रणाम है।।

शिवांगी सौम्या

When You Are Your Own Sun And The Sky

When You Are Your Own Sun And The Sky

When you are your own sun
And the sky,
You wanna go to star,
But don't know the flight.

No wind blowing to make,
You go up,
But hurdle of insults and discouragements,
Everywhere present to make you dump.

When you are only pillar,
Who support,
When you are only one,
Who believe on you.

Nothing exist here to guide you,
To reach your aim,
Yes, but people are there to through,
pebble of discouragement.

When you only know, you are,
Meant to be there,
When you only know, you,
Deserve to be there.

No one waiting to see,
You at your goal,
Yes, But have envy with,
Every step you come close.

When you are only one,
There with you,
When only you know,
What you are going through.

Nobody there to suggest,
Resulting idea,
Yes, but are there to disparage,
Whatever you do.

When you are your own strength,
And determination,
When you learn yourself to build,
After each disaster.

So, now you have stop thinking,
According to their benefits,
Cause you know your only dream left
Need to get exist.

When you are your own sun,
And the sky,
You wanna go to the star,
But don't know the flight.

Written by
Ifa Agnes

सूरज फिर भी निकलता है

सूरज फिर भी निकलता है

कितने भी काले बादल हों,
सूरज फिर भी निकलता है,
अपनी वो, दीप्ति रश्मि  से,
यह पुरा जग रोशन करता है।

मगर, जब संध्या आती है,
अंधेरा छाने लगता है,
सूरज की अमर रश्मि,
जब अंधेरा में छिप जाती है।

अगला दिन फिर आता है ,
जब सूरज फिर निकलता है,
अपनी वो अमर रश्मि से,
यह पूरा जग रश्मिमय करता है।

हर दिन उजाला होता है,
हर रात अंधेरा होता है,
अंधेरा, उजाला छिपाता है,
उजाला, अंधेरा भगाता है।

अंतर बस इतना होता है,
सबका वक्त आता है,
कभी अंधेरा छाता है,
कभी उजाला आता है।

सूरज की अमृतमय किरणों से,
जग का संचालन होता है,
मगर अंधेरा जब छाता है ,
सब कुछ रुक जाता है,
सब कुछ छिप जाता है।

कितना भी घना कोहरा हो,
सूरज फिर भी निकलता है,
अपनी वो सुधामयी किरणों से,
सम्पूर्ण विश्व किरणमयी कराता है।

फिर जग को संचालित करता है ,
मौसम कुछ भी होता है,
सूरज फिर भी निकलता है,
सूरज फिर भी निकलता है।।

ईफा एग्नेस

Tomorrow Is My Birthday

Tomorrow Is My Birthday

Tomorrow is my birthday,
And you can observe on the face
Neither I am feeling happy
Nor I am feeling sad.

Till my childhood, it was the pleasant waiting,
But in the teenage, it was the most saddening,
And the climax of every of those was,
Off course  left with ocean of tears.

But what is  now happenning
Mine mind, soul and heart isn't responding,
Neither I feel the pleasant excitement,
Nor I feel the saddening incitement.

Is maturity have started playing it's part?
Or, responsibilities have made me abstinent ! What?

Written by
Ifa Agnes

I Hate Birthday And Birthday Week

I Hate Birthday And Birthday Week

I hate birthday and birthday week,
I hate cake cutting and the gift I receive,
I hate people giggling around,
I hate pretend of yours being mine sound.

I hate the birthday wishes and birthday song,
I hate mine loneliness, when I am in crowd,
I hate people showing fake happiness; wow,
I hate the fake togetherness shower, show.

I hate the whole year Silence,
And  phone continuously ringing on one day, for a morning hour,
I hate not a single caring hand always,
And lots of instant love just for one day.

I hate birthday and birthday week,
I hate cake cutting and the gift I receive,
I hate that chorus birthday song,
I hate that ersatz wish, which just last for one day long.

Written by
Shivangi Saumya Suhani

My Anger

My Anger

Yes, I am angry and I have anger,
Burning inside me, like an amber,
You can also get injured by it,
So, better you stay away from me.

Neither I intended someone to suffer ,
From mine fatal disease,
Nor, I did it; Cause I had been
Storing Grudge inside me.

But people never stop Making talk;
I am a bitch, And many more.
Well, I was aware of everything,
Like what I was made and what I am being.

Nothing mattered me now more or least,
And I didn't wanna be a beast,
Everyone called, I heard silently,
Cause I am aware with my animality.

Neither I was alike it,
Nor I had had become a bit,
Situation - Suffering made me rough,
But there exists a humanity though.

I was same as a common girl,
Had a tolerating power pearl,
Abide everything like other,
But Not I had fortune further.

I had to rant and rave,
Everytime I faced a deprave,
Made of unjustice and wrong,
That only I had beard for long.

Tolerating was, I doing all times,
But with a hostility of my prime,
Make my abstinence of long,
Turn into dust, Oh! My song.

And then my emotions and me,
Aren't in control for a second, see,
I say, then, truth of my heart,
Had felt, with words that worth.

And what I spoke then,
Is not all wrong; when,
You start first; And my defence,
Becomes for everyone wrong .

Truth is truth, it will flow one day,
Let me a bad person for someday,
You will be hero, for sure then,
God knows everything; So, have some same.

My anger is wrong I know,
But what you have done till, isn't evil show?
Leave it, I don't wanna discuss more,
Stupid fiend, in disguise of friend, you are a sore.

So, Yes, I am Angry and I have Anger ,
Burning inside me, like an amber,
You can also get injured by it,
So, better you stay away from me.

Written by
Shivangi Saumya Suhani

The Little Customer And The Old Shopkeeper

The Little Customer And The Old Shopkeeper

     The old shopkeeper remembered with counting money by his old board specs, after the little customer had gone that he had given 300 rupees more than he should had, he started thinking he is now in loss and he won't get it back, he assumed that the child, may be enjoying with his  money
  After few minutes, the little customer returned  with a little  innocent smile and counting money with his little hands. He said with his childish stammering, " you have given  me 300 rupees more than you should,  take it back".
   The shopkeeper with the guilty of being judgemental about that child now felt sorry and take the money back and gave him a chocolate.
      The little customer with the treasure of honesty, which he himself wasn't aware of, run with his happy feet.
   "And its common, we humans are very judgemental about people, even without the knowledge of every aspect of situations, we develop numerous opinion".

Written by
Shivangi Saumya Suhani

Like In The Fairy Tales

Like in the fairy tales  

Like in the fairy tales , 

The princess waits, 

For her prince, 

I used to think like that, 

And after that,  

Everything would  change,

And every pain  I suffered, 

Would blossom into happiness. 

But now the Writer of reality , 

Have told me reality thing, 

"To rescue in real, 

No one comes, 

Cause everyone is busy, 

In waiting for themselves". 

So, From the problems of yours, 

Only You are the prince, 

Who can let you go away, 

By finding way, 

Only by yourself, Today. 

So,  the fairy tales , 

Have changed now, 

According to the, 

Changed world, 

So, for being rescued, 

Don't wait for your prince,

Cause he can be late, 

And you will be more suffering. 

But just go away, 

from everything worse, 

By the will power of your, 

And your own determination 

Cause you are yourself, 

 Form of femininity's flower. 

Written by 

Shivangi Saumya Suhani 

Terrorism Is No One's Friend

Terrorism Is No One's Friend

You killed the people of  my motherland,
And  consider yourself as victim,
You always had terrorism in your hand,
Beneath the face of innocence

You think we won't react,
But just let yourself do
What you want to tact,
With terrorism in both of your hand. .

But this time the tolerance have end,
And we have wrote a new beginning,
Nothing will be now leaved unfinished ,
Every of your sin will get punishing inning.

You will still astray and embrangle,
Your own people as you have done for long
because your fake courage can't admit your wrangle,
Since 1947,  had always been wrong.

You will now talk about Pacifism,
You are scourged ; how can you  admit?
Your false ego, now rants  and raves,
That's why you are giving atomic threats.

We all know its a spunous roar,
Just to embrangle your own blind folk,
How can you admit, wrong deeds of your,
Because your own people will start against you 'protesting talks'.

So, that's why you are banning India and Indian things,
But why not the water that also come from it??
This is just ersatz self respect,
Like the different teeth of elephant.

But let me tell you wicked minded people,
The virus you are using for us,
Is killing your own people too,
But to you, it never mattered and discussed.

You never cared for own public,
And are showing fake sympathy for kashmir?
Your deeds for humanity are all agnostic,
So, first cure yourself and then show fake concern for Indian emir.

Cause your agenda doesn't contain your people development,
But only terrorism,  terror and terrorist,
And making India baneful in front,
Of your people, for you personal benefits.

Not for only that but to hide your inadequacy,
And failure in social development establishing,
To hide your corruptness, wrongfulness and guilty,
This is the real truth, you are stashing..

But let me tell you one-day, it will be published,.
Across the sky, border, air and sea,
That day truth will hum everywhere and reestablished,
And it will come soon; in  the future for sure,  I can see.

Because of the seed that you have sown years  before and still flourishing it,
Cause 'Terrorism is no one's friend' and can never be,
And one day, it will itself, taught you lesson
And that day you will regret, what you have been doing since 1947.

Written by
Shivangi Saumya Suhani

If I Were A Muslim

If I were a Muslim

If I were a Muslim,
I couldn't tolerate it,
To see my indian brother
Hating me extremely,

Only because of the religion I belong ,
I would have been suffering along,
With Suspicious eyes of my folk,
How could that pain I could revoke.

Where I born, where I was brought up,
That place is  not mine, I have to bear up,
This feeling, that is most unbearable,
How could I make it for me suffer able.

I will have to prove my patriotism,
Why? And even then, How would I have optimism,
How? How could I have it?
How? How could I bear that hatred feeling?

My tears and consoles are fake,
For martyr, who died for also my country's sake,
Even if I say, I would be said wrong,
And if didn't, I am supporting them for sure.

Yes, I would look alike them and my name,
But truth is, 'our thinking' aren't same,
They are doing bad in the name of religion,
And due to this similarity, I would suffer those eyes of hatred.

I know, it's because of religion I belong,
Because some people are using it for other's evil and wrong,
And I understand that, So  I am quite.
I don't Rebel for my feelings because, it won't have any right?

Nothing matters me more or least,
Alike you, Than to see my country in safety, ceased.
I would even then, tolerate everything,
But not those eyes of doubt and hatred feelings .

In My mind it would just recall again and again,
"Assassinate me, Kill me or murdered me with pain,
But don't look me with those eyes of doubt and hatred feelings,
But don't look me with those eyes of doubt and hatred feelings ".

So, If I were a Muslim,
I won't be able to tolerate it,
To see my indian brothers,
Hating me extremely  without any of my guilty.

Shivangi Saumya Suhani

Dear Bad Luck

Dear bad luck,
    I know I am Unlucky And my bad luck is the Unluckiest. But it should have a limit please.
    I know what I want I can't get cause for it I have to be best which I can't be. But even, what I deserve and what is mine, you don't let me have that. Why?.
    Am I the worst person of the world??
    Even, the worst have a little luck, but me never, ever since, my childhood I put all my efforts to get what I deserved but I couldn't it was okay every time it happened, I have already had, had enough.
    Today, while Googling I found that in my first poetry competition I had won jury appreciation prize. And I came to know after more than a year!!
    Why it happens to me every time, like every time?
    I don't know.
    May be the day you have came in my life,  u have stuck to me, but...
    Don't I deserve, what I really deserve??
   
Regards
Shivangi Saumya Suhani

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Wait And Watch

Wait And Watch

Wait and watch,
With working hard, 
That's what would only last. 

When the rusted iron, 
Of hard work and labe, 
Would turn bright gold. 

You My Friend, 
Will bath with,  then, 
Shower of Success kin. 

You won't need, 
then to reply every, 
Bullying tolerated. 

That would themselves,
bumped with  invisible, 
Slap of shame.  

Shivangi Saumya Suhani