Bass Gallan hi ne!

Chale ta asi v jande chann te,

Par gallan hun sariya mars diyan ne.

Nakab ta sare chaunde utaarne,

Par hun gallan self respect diyan ne.

Jana ta sare hi chaunde si Chandigarh,

Par hun gallan Downtown diya ne.

Viah krauna sare hi chaunde c,

Par hun gallan “better”life te “good friend”diyan ne

Pauna ta Romeo v chaunda c Juliet,

Par hun gallan “mumiji” diyan pasand diyan ne.

General IELTS krke laine sare chaunde c PR

Par hun gallan 8777 len de bands diyan ne.

“Moto” keh ke sare hi pyaar jataunde c,

Par hun gallan body shame diya ne.

Noor vi rehgyi samjhandi,

Par duniya layi shayad eh gallan hi ne! 

By

Prabhnoor Kaur

12th December 2019

 My Godot for life!

-dedicated to my best bud, 

Saveena Wadhera 

Amid April Summers, 

Life came closer to abide,

Hush hush affair which,

Lead to the bench,

My Masters subside.

Here comes a Ms. Wavy,

Just stealing the show,

With her specs and smile.

Our wicked could see,

Like how we were alike.

Laughters & crackers were,

Synonym for us & a

Literary benediction of love,

Poured crib in our life. 

Not to forget, a bug for food,

Brought pink pig to life.

A novel to narrate, story 

Worth share, distance to crop

A buddy to stop and, 

Samuel Beckett may forever be,

,waiting for godot.

But trust me O' world, 

I have a godot for life.

By

Prabhnoor Ghumman 

Your, jigri!

 4th February, 2019

The Adorable Falcon

(Dedicated to my cute little nephew Ranbaaz S.Gill) 

Dreams saw it coming,

The law of nature to manifest,

Fertile & stunning ! 

Wishes beheld granting, 

The bird of spirits to come,

Shunning the foes belittling!

Tick-tok-Tick, right timing, 

Knocking at the door to life, 

Flight to heights & winning! 

And here comes the li’l falcon,

Fluttering his wings to embrace,

An era of happiness shining!

To father who flew from abroad

And mother who felt the pains

To the adorable falcon with cape ! 

-(written by Prabhnoor Ghumman, 

26th January 2019) 

-Patiala 

Saadi naunh da bill___! 

Socheya c kamaun vali augi,

Phulkari kadh geet vi sunaugi.

Wari vi soohe dhaage di dewange,

Munda vi heereyan mull vechange.

Ms.Badal di “nanni chaa” de ohle 

Asi vi classy kahawange.

Daaj hun asi mangde nai

Asi vi educated khawange. 

Sari umar di daaj di kisht nu

Asi Salary ch adjust kari jawange. 

Kisht da cheque bounce hon te

Asi fer duji le awange. 

Bahuta je chun chun karugi,

Asi character te pa jawange.

Naunh de bill de parcheya nu asi

Ode maapeya khaate pawange!

Dedicated to all daughters- in-law who have been a victim of dowry, character assassination & harassment. 

By 

(C) Prabhnoor Ghumman 

(A thinker)- 2018 

From IAS to IELTS 

Chale ta Chandigarh IAS karan c,

par PU vali saheli ne fassa leya, 

fer gedi route te gaane laake, 

Diljit apne aap nu bna leya.

Raat di gedi ne aisa mann ghuma leya,

Bass ik din fer Pooja ne vi aakh ke friend 

Ik palla ja chada leya,

Sharry varge vadde bai ne muhre aake,

yaar anmulle suna ke bachaa leya.

Chandigarh valiye hun nai murde yaar, 

di fookri maar ke, BA pass kr mukh ghar nu ghuma leya,

Pind Bapu da laal mooh dekhde hi gear fer Chandigarh da paa leya, 

By god Touchstone aaleya ne fer, 

IELTS da teeka laa ke, saah ch saah 

Leya lea,

Bhaar jaan de laareya ne ik 

Would be IAS nu raahe paa lea!

This light hearted comic poem is dedicated to those who came to study in Chandigarh colleges with great hopes, but unfortunately couldn’t make it.

By

(C)-Prabhnoor Ghumman (8th April 2018)

The Bruised Leader

by 

Prabhnoor Ghumman

Assistant Professor 

Chandigarh University

Drip drop, the tears

heart with locked fears,

vision and goals bear

nod to a mass swear.

Smiles and joys may

mask the unknown tears,

 by pushing the stern gears,

cord of a bruised dear.

But, hey, you are

strong enough to clear,

roar of a lion so near,

canoeing the bruises 

to disappear!

A Lion in Diapers!

For my cute little nephew(cub) Ransher Singh Brar



Happy pains in womb,
labored the whole day
and its a cub,
who made the sweetest bub.


Tweenie little paws,
satiny skin and angelic blush,
glued us all to his
brand new slush.

Tick, tock, tick,the regal roar,
and majestic routine calls,
mama, for the silky robe,
shhhhhhhhhh....

As we all smile and sigh,
shielded in cottony snipers,
but not to forget
its our little lion in diapers!

- 10.05.2017(c) Prabhnoor N.Ghumman

Assistant Professor

Chandigarh University

Mohali