20/05/2024 की प्रतियोगिता का विषय है “Time” हमसे जुड़े हुए प्रतिभावान कवियों के कविताओं को पढ़िए । प्रेम, डर, और अंधकार ऐसे कई मायने होंगे जो कवियों के दिल को भावुक रखते है । ऐसी भावुकता का हम आदर करते है और उनकी भावनाओं को निपुण बनाना ही संकल्प है हमारा । हम हर रोज किसी न किसी विषय पर अपने व्हाट्सएप्प ग्रुप में Daily Challenge प्रतियोगिता के माध्यम से लेखकों तथा कवियों को उनकी बातों को कलम तक आने का मौका देते है । और जो सबसे अच्छा लिखते हैं । आप उनकी लेख इस पेज पर पढ़ रहे है
The theme of the competition for 20/05/2024 is “Time“. Read the poems of the talented poets associated with us. Love, fear, and darkness are the many meanings that keep the hearts of poets emotional. We respect such sentiments and it is our resolve to make their feelings adept. Every day, we give an opportunity to writers and poets to put their thoughts to pen through the Daily Challenge competition in our WhatsApp group on different Topic. And those who write best. You are reading those article on this page.
Time
वक्त
वक्त वक्त की बात है ,
एक वक्त के बाद सब बदल जाता है कौन अपना कौन पराया ये एहसास हमे वक्त ही दिलाता है ।
इसीलिए बस इतना कहना चाहूंगी की हम थोड़े दिन और थोड़े वक्त के लिए ही दुनिया में आए है और हमारा वक्त खत्म होने है लोगों के पीछे भागने से अच्छा के वक्त के पीछे भागो ।
Dipti Nayak
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Time
It is truly said that time waits for none
Time is that wheel for cycle,which runs without any stoppage
If you will not work according to the time
Then,it can destroy you
It is very expensive
No one can buy it
Time is punctual as the Sun
flows like the water in the speed
We all wait for our time
So,be punctual and be on time
If you want to fulfill your dreams.
Anushka Pandey
TIME
The hands of the clock kept ticking incessantly,
With that, I could see the time slipping away ceaselessly.
Time and tide wait for none, I was told often,
But now the experience that I was experiencing,
Couldn’t be suffered by anyone.
I could hear the pounding of my heart,
And the throbbing in my head.
I raised my eye at the clock over my head,
Whose hands kept ticking incessantly,
With that, I could see the time slipping away ceaselessly.
I looked up to pray, and the roof looked back at me,
With a never-give-up attitude, I tried again finally.
To answer the questions to the best of my capability,
But my hands refused to support my responsibility.
The hands of the clock kept ticking incessantly,
With that, I could see the time slipping away ceaselessly.
The room was filled with the scratching of pens,
Only mine was dead as a log, refusing to move an inch.
The most dreadful moment arrived when I lost the chance
To transcribe, I had written nothing to revise,
My wisdom grew after that, making me wise.
I took a solemn oath to heed the advice,
And removed the hands of the clock,
Never to let it tick incessantly,
So that, I don’t see the time slipping ceaselessly.
Dr. Shubha Mukherjee
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