by Shailendra Chauhan
Go to the tree
Tell it
what is right
Go to the river
Tell the water
your fears of mind
Idols carved on stones
are there in temples
Go and confess
to them
Although you wish
to tell that to a person
like you only
But you are afraid
he may tell this
to somebody else
You are required to seek
shelter of gods
to confess your sin
You are helpless
to be called as timid .
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ABOUT THE POET ~
AUTHOR'S/ POET’S PROFILE :, Shailendra Chauhan, Shailendra Chauhan (b 1954) is a Bachelor of Electrical Engineering. He works as Deputy General Manager in a Public Sector Undertaking of Govt. of India., He writes poems, short stories, criticism of Hindi literature as well in English. His published works are:, Poetry Collections:, 1) 'Nau Rupaye Bees Paise Ke Liye' (1983), Parimal Prakashan, Allahabad, 2) 'Swet Patra' (2002), Sanghamitra Prakashan, Vidisha (MP), 3) 'Eashwar Kee Chaukhat par' (2004), Shabdalok Prakashan, Delhi, Short Stories:, 1) 'Nahin yah koee Kahani nahin, ' (1996) Sharada Prakashan, Allahabad, Memoirs/Reportaz/Biography:, 1) 'Paanv Zameen par' (2010) Bodhi Prakashan, Jaipur, 2) Freedom Fighter Sh Kundan Lal Gupta, 3) Thakur Mahaveer Singh, He has been editing an unscheduled little Magazine “Dharati” since 1979. He regularly contributes to literary Hindi and English magazines., He lives in Delhi and can be reached at his emails : shailendrachauhan@hotmail.com or shailendrachau@gmail.com &, mobile no. +91 7838897877
Last updated June 12, 2013