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

The Dangerous Girl

Prabhnoor N.Ghumman

Assistant Professor

Chandigarh University

Mohali

Well, life moves on and so does human 

Curiosity has been on the list ever since birth. Observing( read it as observing "only" and not judging) has led me to a poem named dangerous girl:

She steps up every time,

on one who pushed her down

from mountain of hope

Husshhh..... here she comes,

with glaring courage she stuns.

Opinions she had, few

talked at her back and 

phoenix in her vibe

scared many to life.

Ashes would witness,

the glory of her mind,

unleashing her heart ,

an independent shrine.

Civilizations come and go,

ignoring the fire she blows

Cleopatra may show and 

Helen may know.

A speaking mind and 

a thinking heart will,

show the new era, arrival 

of The dangerous damsel.

Of ginger's and garlic's!

Prabhnoor N.Ghumman

University School of Business

Chandigarh University

Mohali

Sometimes I wonder how bitterness can add sweetness to relationships. Every girl is somehow connected to ginger and garlic in the most symbiotic fashion. Dating has nothing much to do with  but marriage has a deep connection!

Slurps and hushes,

crunches and hunches,

she knew the trick.

Foul as it be,

strong it felt.

Here comes the D day

of blushes and crushes,

chop in nicely

and then we beheld.

Grated.Crafted.Decorated

Approval symphony

knew the cord it 

played, flavoured pack of 

princely state.