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August 31, 2016 / Nikhil Jain

Short Story: “Reward is for only those who deserves” 

Once there was a time when miracles were no big deal. Some distance away from a holy river somewhere a young and hardworking boy belonged to a poor family. He used to work in other’s fields for earning his meal. He was known for his kind heartedness and for helping every single person in trouble.
One day while working in the farm, he found a piece of glass shining under the hot sun. It was well cut with beautiful finish.
The city was mesmerised by its beauty and the riches offered him the highest price for it. But, greed couldn’t change him and he refused to sell it.
When he came back home and showed the shining glass to her mother, she touched that piece of glass and suddenly its another replica was created at the same moment. They both were amazed to see this replica which was same in all properties to that of original one except that only the original piece can create its other replicas.
He started gifting the replicas to the needy people to free his village from poverty. Whenever poor people showed him, he let them touch the mighty glass and give them its replicas. They sell it for money and fulfill their all needs. 
After working in farm for many years,  one day the young man felt that the piece of glass weighed heavy. He took it out of his pocket and saw with surprise. That piece of glass was not glass anymore.  It turned out into gold.
With great excitement, he came down village to see the happy faces of the villagers whom he helped. But he was disappointed when he found out that there was no one in this village whose glass-piece turned out into gold and most of them lost it. He sat down beside a river and started thinking and talking to that piece of gold, knowing that it would not answer.
But all of a sudden,  a voice touched his ears answering his questions. He turned behind and looked at everywhere but he was the only person sitting there with that piece of gold alone.  He noticed that it was that gold’s voice which was trying to teach him a very important lesson.
The gold revealed him that none of the villagers were happy with the gifted replicas. They were wholly dependent on it for the fulfillment of their needs and forgot their spirit of hard-work. But, appreciated the boy as he was very loyal to his work that even the greed couldn’t delude him. That was the reason for the piece of glass rewarded him with gold and the villagers were left cursed.

Moral“There’s no shortcut to Hard-Work.”


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June 27, 2014 / Nikhil Jain

Poem: “The Broken Tear”

The outside hatred
makes to stand on victory,
The confusion in mind
that resists to solve mystery,
Refuse to give up and insist to try,
surely this man’ll make history;
Triumph lies behind the fear,
Feel the strength underneath
resting in solitude you bear,
Let the wet eyes now be dried
Rise up Winner!
and forget the broken tear;

The pain within
inspires to rise up and win,
Get up and take the challenge!
Despair for you is a sin,
Are you tiring up?
or you scared to grin?
there’s no choice of hope,
there’s no chance of end,
until you decide to begin,
Responsibilities you got
‘coz thats what you dare,
Its the time for a smile to wear
Rise up Winner!
and forget the broken tear.

©Nikhil Jain 2014

June 24, 2014 / Nikhil Jain

Poem: “Coming Home”


The war has come to an end
It’s the time to return to our land,
Scent of the fields miles away, I feel
Wounds of my body start then to heal;
Years passed since I saw you,Mom!
Your soldier’s now coming home;

Friends,wish you all “Bon Voyage”!
With me,you all stood with courage,
Bravely,you all fought till the last
Our country’s slavery is now the past;
These eyes longed to see the dawn
The soldier’s now coming home;

But,the battle if calls me again
To save my country’s name,
As to set the battle-field in fire
This fighter will never retire;
Till the last,I’ll face the storm
And the soldier’ll be coming home.


©Nikhil Jain 2014

My poem is published in Teen-O-Network Blog, have a look here.

August 15, 2013 / Nikhil Jain

कविता : “मेरे सपनों का भारत” (written for Independence Day…)

भ्रष्टाचार का नामोनिशान न जहाँ
रोज़गार जहाँ सब जन पाते हैं,
कौन गरीब है-कौन अमीर?
भेदभाव नाम सहित भूल जाते हैं;
लोग हर धर्म-हर जाति के
जहाँ एकता के रंग में घुल जाते हैं,
मेहनत और लगन से यूँ ही
हर कठिन काम को कर जाते हैं;
सत्य और प्रेम हैं जहाँ की इबारत,
कुछ ऐसा ही है, मेरे सपनों का भारत…

आँधी-तूफान तृण हैं आगे जिसके
विकट परिस्थितियाँ भी नहीं बचतीं शेष,
समान हैं सबके आधिकार जहाँ
ऐसा विकसित है मेरे  स्वप्न का भारत देश;
जिस धरती की माटी, है ताकत उन वीरो की
हर शत्रु-सेना जिससे सदा भय खाती है,
ऐसे देश में मेरे, बेटी को जन्म देने से पहले
न ही कभी कोई माँ कतराती है;
शिक्षा और संस्कार हैं जिसकी विरासत,
कुछ ऐसा ही है, मेरे सपनों का भारत…

लाखों हैं देखे सब ने स्वप्न
कुछ हमने देखे,कुछ महापुरुषों ने,
पर कहाँ सच कर पाए हम?
सपने थे और रह गए सपने;
स्वार्थ की मँझधार में फंसे हैं
आलस्य का यह दलदल गहन,
भौर हो चली कब की, मित्रों
जागो! सफलता का शत्रु है शयन;
हमारी एकता ही है देश की ताकत,
कुछ ऐसा ही है, मेरे सपनों का भारत…

(स्वतंत्रता दिवस के अवसर पर आओ मित्रों, सच करें अपने सपनों का भारत)

This poem is written for Independence Day which got published at Inspiration Unlimited e-magazine (Hindi).

©Li’l Poet NJ ( Nikhil Jain ) 2013

July 30, 2013 / Nikhil Jain

Poem: “Rain-Drops”

Poetry Form: This poetry form is called as Etheree(al).  The etheree is an unrhymed syllable counting form,relentlessly rational, and seemingly childishly simple. You begin with a first line of one syllable, and continue for ten lines increasing the syllable count by one each line. Diagramming in syllables, this is what you get, line by line: 1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10.

of Rain
stepping down
the greeny leaves
shine as glass pieces
gathered then together
transparent and delicate
as reptiles creeping on the land
Travelling from lakes,rivers and seas
finally vapourise and take re-birth.

Written for Weekend Mini Challenge of Imaginary Garden with Real Toads ..

©Li’l Poet NJ ( Nikhil Jain ) 2013

June 19, 2013 / Nikhil Jain

Poem: ” The Inspirational Tree” (Updated)

This is the updation of my poem “The Inspirational Tree” written for NaPoWriMo challenge.

Hiding from my mother
In my garden,I buried thee deep inside,
After years of rains and sunlight
There thou proudly rise;
Sitting on thine branches
I ate up all thy fruits,
Sitting under thee
I had seen thine growing shoots;
Thou saved me in the rains
while I rested in thy shade,
The peace of mind, you gave me
that nobody have ever had;

Changing colour
Thy old leaves in Autumn,
Fragile feathery fall down
and touch the bottom;
Thine newborn greeny leaves
welcome then the spring,
And on thy branches
Birds celebrate and sing;
In my worried working days
Thou replenish me with elation,
Thou art not a tree, I say
but a growing inspiration.

This poem is published at Inspiration Unlimited e-magazine at here.
Thanks for reading, friends. Stay inspired 🙂

©Li’l Poet NJ ( Nikhil Jain ) 2013

June 4, 2013 / Nikhil Jain

Shayari- “Childhood”

मथत्ते मथत्ते किसी कुमार ने
हमको एक दिन एक घडा़ कर दिया,
स्वतंत्र सा था तार मैं
पल भर में किसी स्वार्थी ने कडा़ कर दिया,

पूछता हूँ आज मैं अपने भगवान से
(कि अच्छे थे जब हम छोटे थे)-२
(तो फिर क्यों हमको इतना बडा़ कर दिया।)-२

©Li’l Poet NJ ( Nikhil Jain ) 2013

May 12, 2013 / Nikhil Jain

Mother’s Day Poem -dedicated to Maa :)

नौका मेरी भटके जब भी
माँ, तुम ही मेरा किनारा हो,
अंधेरा मुझे घेरे जब भी
राह दिखाता तुम वो उजियारा हो;
नींद ना आए मुझको जब भी
सुलाता तुम वो आसमाँ सारा हो,
थककर हारुँ मैं जब भी
मुझको चलातीं तुम वो धारा हो।

नौका मेरी भटके जब भी
माँ, तुम ही मेरा किनारा हो,
माँ, तुम ही मेरा किनारा हो।

©Li’l Poet NJ ( Nikhil Jain ) 2013

April 30, 2013 / Nikhil Jain

Poem: “My battle”

Today’s Prompt:  Find a shortish poem that you like, and rewrite each line, replacing each word (or as many words as you can) with words that mean the opposite.
So, here’s my poem that possesses the same meaning of the poem as that of original poem but the words replaced have opposite meanings. For this I rewrite the Poem “Life’s Own Battle” by Emma Jackson. You can read it here.

Wanted concord
yet you repress peace
Each time I praised you made me weaker than now
I will hold out
I will hold up
You will make me rise
I will make you give up

30/30 NaPoWriMo

©Li’l Poet NJ ( Nikhil Jain ) 2013

Miss you NaPoWriMo 2013!

April 29, 2013 / Nikhil Jain

Poem: “Paradise” (Prompt: A Poem using 5 words of different languages)

A Monday
A wohlig morn,
And your sourire
Took away my corazón
A deep tavshed within
What I discover in your eyes
And in your company, my beloved!
This whole Orbis changes to Paradise.

29/30 NaPoWriMo

Words Used: wohlig- pleasant (German)

sourire- smile (French)

corazón- heart (Spanish)

tavshed- silence (Danish)

Orbis- Earth (Latin)

©Li’l Poet NJ ( Nikhil Jain ) 2013