DR. HARMEET KAUR - POEMS

Dr. Harmeet Kaur assistant professor at BABA AJAY SINGH KHALSA COLLEGE in ( India ) who fans my poetry. 

Mount Everest ​

            I am the oldest son of earth,   
            I am the highest son of earth,
            I am the whitish son of earth,
 I am the beam of sun & earth.
Whether I am remain firmed,
However, I see whole world,
Freeze my blood at always,
My white colour shine by sun.
    Whether I am living alone,
    However, lovers go about,
    But as soon as they call on,
    My barren land grows sleet,
My shape is too dangerous,
Yet, spiritual love my mystery,
And come over for devotion,
Some bring out my cemetery.
        Breeze my sister feel out me.
        Who stayed with me always,
        Our mother earth care about,
        Our father bring up while day.

    

    Statement of black eyes 
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​Too stunning black eyes descry as,
Black cloud floating in firmament,
That competent to rainfall drops,
In which diverse birds flutter by sloppy,
              As they in awaiting for someone,
              What a criterion of pleasant garden,
              No other way could be located,
              Under the shade of fluttering birds,
Only Rays of hope yet lighting ,
To discover the appropriate way,
What's able to right direction,
Inclines to the awaiting soul,
                  No exertions stale to occurred,
                  Rather in same ratio at each step,
                   That gorgeous black twain eyes
                   Without exhausted onto fussy,
At every second & step in awaiting,
For true and fair love who has her in,
Who might come true her desired,
Only true lover long lasting being
Awaited by Her, who able to bank on.
 

​A friend of tree

There was a boy who juvenile,
Who yowling from his adversity,
Under the big mango tree,
Reason asked for sobbing by it.
        While, articulate the tone of tree,
        At promptly he got been silent,
        Rather respond by whispering, as
        Go on to study but unable to access.
As to his parents too poor & Labours,
Incompetent to buy books &paid fees,
Thus, he assuaged by tree as help out,
And assured him for conferred study.
        I would grant wood and mangoes,
        What's bestowed for gain capital,
        Fund would spend on your study,
        Which competent to carrying on.
By virtue of tree conferred graduation,
What's made him capable to gained job,
After the job, forgotten the virtue of tree,
Who hear out in adversity as a true friend.
          Now He, became rich and known,
          No little vex for pay off debt of tree,
          Who devoted his whole life to him.
          Whereas he got married, yet No heed.
 
Now, such student became old with
The corresponding ratio of tree's age,

​Once bear in mind that recognise virtue
Of old tree, what turned his life pleasance.
       Nothing was left to grant with poor old tree,
       Who stand by its dry branches &baldness,
       Pass sweet smiling  and nod for nothing,
       Rather murmuring, I am helpless at now,
At appeared words, he crying like debut,
Because nothing done in regarding virtue of tree,
Now, nothing he had left to provide by oldest,
Not hold with tree by him while the youngest age.