madhya pradesh aig and poet pallavi trivedi hindi poems podcast by pooja prasad


Pallavi Trivedi, working in the Bhopal Police Department, is the Additional Inspector General in the Economic Offenses Wing. The way Pallavi pours out on paper the imaginations, sensations and anecdotes, which have made a place in the hearts of people with sarcastic satire and moments, underscores her fine eyesight and grasp of language. Born in Shivpuri, Madhya Pradesh, Pallavi’s poems, stories, satires and travel memoirs have been published in many newspapers and magazines. His satirical collection ‘Anjam-e-Gulistan Kya Hoga’ was well received and the poetry collection ‘Tum Jahan Ho’ was highly appreciated. He was also awarded the Vagishwari Samman for this poetry collection.


Pallavi Trivedi Hindi Poems: The tough job of the police and the deepest tenderness of emotions.. this combo offer life only rarely. At this time we are talking about Pallavi Trivedi who is working in Bhopal Police Department. He is the Additional Inspector General in the Economic Offenses Wing. The way Pallavi pours out on paper the imaginations, sensations and anecdotes, which have made a place in the hearts of people with sarcastic satire and moments, underscores her fine eyesight and grasp of language. Without wasting time let’s listen to his first poem titled Bhasha…

I will tell stories of my deepest depression in the language of laughter
I will charge you for being late in the language of anger
I will remind you in my angry language
I will wipe away the tiredness of the day dripping from your forehead

I will answer your indifference in the language of sadness
I will tell in the language of tears that
‘Ah… it hurts because of the indigo lying on your mind’

I will tell about my wounds in the language of lies
I will hold your hand in the language of truth every time

I will grow dreams in my eyes for you in the language of prayer
In the language of desire I will rescue you from the painful memory of being rejected

I will call your name in the language of silence
Music will fill your soul in the language of birds

and at the time of departure
all languages ​​in one kiss
I’ll put it on your lips
Like travel goods.

Born in Shivpuri, Madhya Pradesh, Pallavi’s poems, stories, satires and travel memoirs have been published in many newspapers and magazines. His satirical collection ‘Anjam-e-Gulistan Kya Hoga’ was well received and the poetry collection ‘Tum Jahan Ho’ was highly appreciated. He was also awarded the Vagishwari Samman for this poetry collection. Soon a travel memoir of this wonderful poet is also going to be published. Friends, Pallavi’s poems are dialogues, from myself, to you, to me and to the many inner frescoes that always accompany us throughout life, like a shadow… Her next poem is – Wherever you are.

This world is not so big that I can’t feel your existence
There is not so much noise in this world that I cannot hear the rise and fall of your breath.
There is not enough musk among all the deer in the world that the fragrance of your body can be hidden from me.

yeah sure you’re not within my arms
not even within sight and
Your city name, street, house number is not in any of my diaries

you are a lost address
be the missing page of poetry’s diary
but addresses are not found from maps
traces of footsteps
The missing pages of the diary are often found fluttering on a branch in some street of Mazi.

Ghar Mian Ghalib used to say that
There is no difference in love between living and dying
so i say
There is no difference in love and separation
Live in the heart of the one who ever leaves

my handful of heart that knows
what will he be missing
Know this world is too small to lose you

always be in my heart
wherever you are…

The world is full of stories of betrayals and shaky trusts. But when Pallavi talks about trust in her poetry, she gives it such a strong root, stem and branches through her words that it starts to flourish, and it seems as if the fruit of every trust is sweet. It will happen. How beautifully he has composed this poem whose title is trust .. let’s hear you too
The moon and the sun sinking in the river believe that
The river will bathe them and put them in the river again.
On this belief, they come to take a dip every day.

Children never doubt while tossing the ball
Will the sky return their ball or not?

The flight of birds is safe in the lap of trees
All the nests are the unwavering trust of the birds on the branches.

the wind never grabs the kisses
She returns them at the right time To the right lips
Kisses floating in the wind are the trust of lovers.

Death returns making life even better
The universe returns prayers with the seal of ‘Amen’

Beloved, you can hand over your heart to me without any hesitation
I will return it by filling it with love,
When you find a better place for it.

Friends, Rowan has no gender. But the society considered the tears to be the mascara of a woman’s eyes and the object of shame for men… how much this two tears did to the human being, how much sand did it to him. What Pallavi has to say in her poem, Ro Lo Men, is very beautiful… let’s listen..

cry men

very weak
crying man tearing a bookcase
strong men are jealous
From this weak man.

Listen girl!
Do you want a man very much?
so do one thing
give her the ease to cry bitterly in front of you

world’s people
Never interrupt two people.
To a woman laughing double in front of a world
the second weeping man

These are rare scenes of that spontaneity
who has been suffocated

O my male friend!
Remember when you didn’t cry after birth
Then the nurse forced her to cry
saying that-
“Crying is very important for it to live.”

Growing up, how did you forget this thing, friend?

Cry men, cry with all your heart
so that you know

What is the removal of stone from the chest

oh my love
In the end if anything will be remembered
She won’t be mushy fish in your arms

It will be a sea strand tricked into your eye

Oh man!
When a woman is scattered, save her like a flower

O woman!
To give the man a little land to break apart.
I bid farewell to you by leaving you amidst the sentimental tide of Pallavi Trivedi’s poems. With the prayer that we all have tears of happiness and gleams of contentment. See you soon with another creator, in the next podcast. Goodbye until then.

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