4 Go Bhojpuri Poems of Dr. Pramod Kumar Tiwari
suicide
like pat chela
Ganda Banhele Siddha Guru
Babuji Dharwale Kudar
Reghavat
That the earth is as patient as you are, sir!
Farming should not be a ‘business’ but a ‘religion’
How many fences do you keep in common?
you become a tree
May you bloom and flourish?
People have come down with shells.
name letters of medicine
take me to mine, take me to tire
Ghabarih Jin Lal
you become a cow
Part of Tohra Bachvan
Wise people took away the last drop
have faith
my stupid letter
I have kept a lot of thoughts in my mind.
ok all night long
Drip Mahua Ke Bhiri
The longing for the boat hit hard
I took a dip in the well Bharal Pokhara.
Babuji said in a soft voice
Kona’s Ego Khunta Patra
rahe dih bacharru
Thousand years of debt and our letters
When the farmers started getting upset due to the condition of the tractor.
In the shadow of the bull’s tumultuous gait
Relax for a while.
Don’t be impatient, uncle!
The machine can bring strength to the soil.
acre heady fragrance
acre magic
acre even price
some good ones in the world
Mati Jaisan
don’t risk money
fields and soil
I felt very restless
Have you ever imagined how many butterfly plants you will need?
Tohar lagaval ganch patra kaise
Jagar-magar bitter gourd chirai-chirgun
Kalpabirich jaisan fart gourd se
How the whole village became happy
Aakash Jaisan Hokhele Mati
don’t be discouraged gold
See Kulanch Marat Rukhian’s
sparrow caste
wait and listen
sag khontat buchian ke hansi
look carefully
The beauty of the faces of the tribal Chorawat Bachvan
Get angry because of lies
In order to get back to him, he ran away.
the one who looks like a fool
I am ready to move on, Billar has come.
Forget about yourself and reprimand yourself
danj jin karih babua
From Manager-Professor Brother
Babuji said with penile eyes
don’t think too much
His car arrived with a shiny face
palace of big car wallan
very small hola
so much
That aunty paveley okra me mai
Far away Basal Bachavan keeps sending pahur
When my brother came to the village, I got arthritis.
Pokhara wala farm ke du man gamkua chaur
Aa Chitkabari Gaya ke Gheev.
The ship is in a hurry right from the start of the morning.
after a relative’s death
say smile babuji
Life is not an empty youth
sweetness of childhood
Come the retirement of old age
Bhar Hic Jih Babua
Don’t get tired Babu
My Jason Mati
baa tohra saath
I don’t know which one
in a sad voice
Babuji said with a wave of his hand
in the house by mistakes
don’t take sulfas
always remember
Tohra Laga
The sky is like the earth.
Bardha
stay at home
be proud of your heart
before larika
keep watching bathan keep watching
Naya Bardha’s other letters
people should not lose their temper
That I will pull you in one breath
That the eyes remain on the buttocks
that animal
diamond and pearl
stay son, stay red
blessings in farming
Okre was amazing.
When you eat bread full of grapes with love
house owner
May all the pain be forgotten, Bardha.
After all, Bardha is still Bardha.
Neh Topal may not be able to see through deception
That humans are born selfish
That those little creatures should remain just slaves.
Lihal is being snatched away from Javna.
oker natural rights
This thing was extinguished after eating okra.
When Neiman Gulam Bhantile from Oahu
name being tractor
The young man trampled Lagal Bardha before leaving the field.
Seeing your master holding the reins
Be patient
Lagal Okra Remembering Old Days
When you get defamed after every good work
People call bulls for hard work.
When you leave hard work and run for fun
come and become a bull
Ta Maan Debe Gaon-Jawar
Bardha kept moving here, bearing every pain.
swelling in nose
to the glans of the scrotum
Kabo Oof Na Kilas
Now the hatred in the eyes has flowed away
When the web snatched the milk of okra part from the mother
When one part of okra is eaten and the other is eaten.
Bardha asked T Bidhna
The punishment for our crime is on our forehead
What is wrong with us humans?
Why should we endure so much pain?
Why should there be any shame in hard work?
Jay Bithal Chabe
Where is he famous?
Now tell me about Bardha’s welfare.
When in the making of man’s Bardha
No stone unturned banchal
Ta oker ter sunewala ke ba?
neither soil nor sky touches
ego waterfalls are growing
old house jaisan
Filled with chirping sounds of various kinds
Many relationships are cherished
I don’t know since when but
time time letter in okra
pour out a new fountain
thirst after touching the soil
hope to strengthen the house
Dreaming of some bright clouds
Our soil should not touch the sky.
How talented you are
ooze and run towards the sky
Then the waterfall becomes bigger and becomes a bond.
Seeking infinite heights of development
He cut off his lust from the elder one.
bauer extinguish in the beginning
Barkha Bunni Iyad Aawe
Chirai’s raga haunts me
call home jowar mati
Then everything is forgotten
iyad rahal bus infinite height
star shines all
gentle cool breeze
Then one day he passed away
Come and find the shade of the leaves on your forehead
Then it became clear that he was in the sky.
buried in concrete
Come surrounded by strong walls of glass
Javna’s sky remained bright
Ooh Ego Virtual Screen
Relationship is the creator of mirages in the sky
Big screen.
Phagun
Na of empty ego month
The words are names of deep intoxication
Phagun
hemp seeds
come when you climb
The earth started rotating in which direction?
Suruj Dev may forget his ways.
Phagun is the name of a strong wave
The devil will take away the life.
ego is booming
Javna Mein Hera Jaala Sab Gun Avgun
Ego Maha-Bhav
All the shortcomings of life are there in this big web.
Empty words and culture are not true.
The month after Magh
the whole nature is fagun
Kavano Meeth Inar’s name is Phagun
जेमे दूब जाले ॐ ॐ
When brother-in-law becomes a wobbly old man
Jala village in a different mood
When the old lady becomes a happy bride, her eyes become dull.
Jala village painted in amazing colors
high and low, dirty and old, new and old
Jaala village, forgetting everything for a few days
In the world situated in the throat of Mehroon
Phagun is the loud voice of Mardan
Thehuniya Asan Mar Ke Gol Dam
When the rising male rage
The sky started playing Damama.
green climbing net nature leaf
Fagun is the color of the soul
skull plates of youth period
Rubbed your gulaal with fun
JK Na Zara Pave Sammat Ke Aag.
The name of the old tradition is Phagun
whispered into my ear
A big Kawano festival can be celebrated due to unfulfilled work.
Where Nature Naya Raas Rachavele
Where Adidev opens the essays of time
Ego Jadoo Ha Fagun
Siddhavo made Adimi’s Jogi
When Kabira is immersed in fun
Gawela Jogi ‘Anahad Naad’
Ta janam ‘janam’ may not happen
Death ceases to be ‘death’
Then the ashes of the masala become a web of gulal.
Where Kamadeva becomes Abeer
Immortal letters of life are indelibly inscribed
It is not an empty festival but a vision of life.
Naya Raga Sanjove Bade, Alage Srishti Ha Phagun
Tesu, the one who colors the soul with Palas and Hardi.
Fagun is a pleasant rain
In this ocean of emotions
after the river neon dipla
hokhela every year
New birth.
Contact : Center for Hindi Studies, Central University of Gujarat, Sector-29, Gandhinagar-382030, Gujarat, Mohd. – 9868097199, drpramodlok@gmail.com
