चौकडी

One of my friends, Rahul Raj, was trying to experiment with styles of poems and in turn he designed "चौकड़ी", a 4 liner poem, where the first three lines define the same object through different subjects (Science, Arts, Maths..). And the last one is a philosophical end to these.

Here is my first attempt to it...followed by a one in English by him. :)
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चाँद

खरबों किलोमीटर दूर होगा कोई मुझसे,
मेरे बेटे के खिलोने जैसा दिखता है जो,
फिर भी पूजती हूँ उसे, नत् होती हूँ,

खुद से ऊपर बैठा हर कोई बड़ा ही होता है.
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Wallet

So many murders for leather to preserve fate,
Handy, trendy, branded, I prefer it for my date,
My wallet is wet in tears, have recession in its eyes,

We shrink our life as we grow up in size.

(BY: Rahul Raj)