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Monday 2 April 2012

मेरा यार..मेरा सरमायेदार...


मेरे आम के पेड़
मेरे दोस्त
तुम 'मेरे' नहीं थे
पर कितने मेरे ही थे.

तुम थे तो किसी और के
अहाते में
पर मेरे घर के छज्जे से
लगते थे मेरे ही पास.

तुम्हारी जड़ों और
तने पर
मेरा अधिकार नहीं था
पर शाखाएँ औ' पत्तियाँ
तो मेरी ही थीं.

पूरे साल करता हूँ
मैं इंतज़ार
अप्रैल के महीने का
जब तुम बौराओगे, मह्कोगे.

पागल कर दोगे
मुझे और कोयल को
अपनी ख़ुश्बू और
घनी छावँ के नशे से.

कटवा दिया तुम्हे
उन संगदिल बेदर्दों ने
जिनका अधिकार था
सिर्फ़ उस ज़मीं पर
जिस पर तुम वाबस्ता थे.

एक सदमा हुआ मुझे
देख कर
उस सड़क को
जिस के शोरो-ग़ुल, धूल-ग़ुबार
से मुझे तुम महफ़ूज़ रखते थे.

तुम्हारे जाने से
यूँ लगता है जैसे
मैं सड़क पर नंगा हूँ,
मेरा दोस्त, मेरा साथी, मेरा सरमायेदार
छोड़ गया है मुझे,
औ' कोयल को
जो भी तुम्हे बहुत याद करेगी.

इस साल वो
गाएगी नहीं
रोएगी
मेरे साथ!



Translation:
My Companion...My Shelter...

O my mango tree
my friend
you, though, were not mine
but were, howsoever, very much mine!


Yes, you grew
in someone else's boundary
But always appeared
close to me
from my balcony.

I had no right I admit
on your roots and trunk
but your branches
and foliage were so very mine!

I wait for April
through all year long
when you'll flower
and scatter your scent...

When you will
drive me and the koel crazy
with the intoxication of
your aroma and cool shade.

Those heartless, callous people
fell you
who merely owned the land
on which you were adherent.

I was shocked to death
looking at the road
of whose noise and dust
you always shielded me.

I feel so vulnerable
in your absence
as if
I'm naked in public.

My pal, my buddy, my protector
has gone forever
leaving behind
me and the koel
who will miss you too a lot.

This year
the koel will not sing
it will cry
with me!!

29 comments:

  1. oh!!
    beautiful..................

    thought is so very simple yet deep and impressive...

    hats off
    regards.

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    1. Thanks a whole lot Anu, for your kind words!

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  2. In the name of development much is destroyed---nice thoughts.

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    1. Thank you Indu, but it's not mere imagination. I did have that tree there a couple of weeks back, where a multiplex is coming up...thanks again!

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  3. "I feel so vulnerable
    in your absence
    as if
    I'm naked in public." ..

    speechless

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  4. There is a smooth flow of memories...mixed emotions - attachment n pain of missing..Very nice~ :)

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    1. Thanks tons Jaish for recognizing and calling the translation "Twin Poetry". I'm delighted! Thanks again!

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  6. Beautiful poem......Mango tree is what a natural shelter....Sad that it's cut off!

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  7. Painful, yet beautiful. I was not very familiar with a few words in the Hindi version. Wasn't I delighted to the meanings in the English one! ;)

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  8. very simple and beautiful

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  9. Amit...you are a fine poet. I love your style.

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    1. Thanks a whole lot Shamsud for your generous words.
      I'm grateful!

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  10. when i was a child, we had a big house where there were loads of trees along with a Mango one and a few bel (wood-apple tree and few more. We had a playful time there. While leaving that house, the new owners cut those trees. And it left me feeling bad.
    Very well expressed. :)

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    1. Thank you Shesha, for like minded(hearted)reminiscence, and your appreciation!

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  11. बहुत अच्छी पंक्तियाँ लिखी हैं | निम्नलिखित हिस्सा तो बहुत ही अच्छा लगा:

    तुम्हारे जाने से
    यूँ लगता है जैसे
    मैं सड़क पर नंगा हूँ,
    मेरा दोस्त, मेरा साथी, मेरा सरमायेदार
    छोड़ गया है मुझे,
    औ' कोयल को
    जो भी तुम्हे बहुत याद करेगी.

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  12. I can so very well relate to this! Indeed the very same emotions.

    My take on poetry as a whole
    http://nilabose.blogspot.com/2012/09/ill-see-you-home-thoughts-on-poetry.html
    Please check it out when you have a spare moment.

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