NA KOI TOPI NA KOI SWETER
NA KOI MERE PASS RAJAI,
MAIN EK NANHA SA PANCHHI
DEKHO KAISI KISAMAT PAI
KANTO KE HAI BISTAR MERE,
MAA KE PANKH RAJAI,
THITHUR THITHUR KAR SHEET RITU ME
MAINE HAI RAAT BITAI
MAIN EK NANHA SA PANCHHI
DEKHO KAISI KISAMAT PAI?

BAGULA BHAIYA

TALAB KINARE VAGULA BAITHA,
BOLA MACHHALI BAHAN TUM AAO,
NIKAL PANI KE BICH DHARA SE,
KINARE TO AAO.
KUCHH BAAT HAI JARURI TUMSE
AAJ KAHANA CHAHTA HOO
BAITHA HOO MAI KAB SE
TUMSE MILANA CHAHTA HOO
MACHHALI BOLI VAGULA BHAIYA,
ETANE MITHE SWAR NA BOLO,
SAB JANATI HAI MACHHALIYA TUMKO
AB NA TUM MUH KHOLO,
ACHHA HOGA KHETO ME TUM
DANA CHUGNA SIKH LO,
VARNA RAH JAOGE BHUKHE
AB MARNA BHI TUM SIKH LO.

Sharpen, sharpen, sharpen.
I crank the handle fast.
Sharpen, sharpen, sharpen.
Until it's sharp at last.

Scribble, scribble, scribble.
Hey wait! It still won't write.
Sharpen, sharpen, sharpen.
I crank with all my might.

Sharpen, sharpen, sharpen.
It must be done, I guess.
Scribble, scribble, dribble.
Oh goodness, what a mess!

Darn it, darn it, darn it.
I guess I'll start again.
Teacher! Teacher! Teacher!
I need another pen.

I taught my cat to clean my room,
to use a bucket, brush and broom,
to dust my books and picture frames,
and pick up all my toys and games.

He puts my pants and shirts away,
and makes my bed, and I should say
it seems to me it's only fair
he puts away my underwear.

In fact, I think he's got it made.
I'm not too happy with our trade.
He may pick up my shoes and socks,
but I clean out his litterbox.

BANDAR KI BARAT

JANGAL ME DHAM-DHAM DHOL BAJE
AAYEE BANDER KI BARAT
JAGAMAG -2 HO RAHI THI
WAH ANDHERI RAAT,
MOR BHI THA, TOTA BHI THA,
GEEDAD AUR CHEETA BHI THA,
HATHI THA,JIRAF BHI THA,
NEVALA AUR SAAP BHI THA.
TEETAR THE, BATER BHI THE,
MURGA, MENDHAK KE TER BHI THE,
GILAHARI THI MAINA BHI,
ULLOO AUR CHAKOR BHI THE,
KIT-PATANGE JHINGUR BHI THE,
JO NACH RAHE EK OR BHI THE,
CHUHA THA BILLI BHI THI,
BANDAR KI BARAT ME AAYEE
SABANE DEKHA BAHU BANDAR KI
JO KALI -KALUTI THI SARAMAI.

At seven, when I go to bed,
I find such pictures in my head:
Castles with dragons prowling round,
Gardens where magic fruits are found;
Fair ladies prisoned in a tower,
Or lost in an enchanted bower;
While gallant horsemen ride by streams
That border all this land of dreams
I find, so clearly in my head
At seven, when I go to bed.

Wedding Poems