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Translated poems of Santosh Maya Mohan 1. RECALL Lying empty Are your All the seven chambers From Sunday To Saturday Because In each and Every chamber You leave impressions of Kumkum smeared feet Without stopping Move away On your Further journey My only Treasure is Recall of your Rising and setting.     2. I AM CREEPER I am creeper Asking for Fragrance of Thy breath To flourish Gradually I feel myself Full of blossoms With your Delicate touch I am Fructified With thy love.       3. MY CRAVING In thicket In herbary You remain My sappy spring. In flowers You only Fill nectar. You are Incarnation of Honey-bee. I want To be on wings Craving for Your creation.      4. SPARROW  Sparrow Picking straws One after another Built a nest On tree's highest branch Lined it with cotton Laid eggs Hatched it Discharged her duty Got released From d...

In thicket In herbary You remain My sappy spring. In flowers You only Fill nectar. You are Incarnation of Honey-bee. I want To be on wings Craving for Your creation. MY CRAVING  has been originally composed in Rajasthani, by Santosh Maya Mohan and translated into English by myself Rajni Chhabra.

  Tree Surrenders Its leaves Fresh leaves Flourish I surrender Myself And attain A new life.  NEW LIFE.

I AM CREEPER I am creeper Asking for Fragrance of Thy breath To flourish Gradually I feel myself Full of blossoms With your Delicate touch I am Fructified With thy love. RAJASTHANI POEM OF SANTOSH MAYA MOHAN, FROM HER SAHITYA AKEDEMI PRIZE WINNING COLLECTION 'SIMRAN' TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH BY MYSELF, WITH HER CONSENT RAJNI CHHABRA

O!MOTHER CONFINED IN YOUR WOMB SCARED OF MY INTERROGATIVE EXISTENCE I BESEECH YOU TO ANSWER MY QSUETION COZ I AM A GIRL I HAVE BECOME UNWANTED ARE YOU ASHAMED OF BRINGING ME INTO THIS UNIVERSE? YOU WOULD HAVE HELD YOUR HEAD HIGH AND FELT PRESTIGIOUS IN SOCIETY BY GIVING BIRTH TO A GUY? I AM A SEGMENT OF YOU WON'T THE VERY THOUGHT OF EXTINCTING ME MAKE YOU STIR AND SIGH I MAY NOT BE ABLE TO BEAUTIFY YOUR ORCHID LIKE ROSE DEMANDING SPECIAL ATTENTION I WILL FLOURISH LIKE 'MARGO' GROWING UNCARED WITHOUT CAUSING ANY TENSION BEARING LIFE'S UPS AND DOWNS WON'T CAUSE ME FROWNS WITHOUT ME WHO WILL APPRECIATE CONSANGUINITY OF BROTHER N SISTER WITHOUT ME WHO WILL CELEBRATE FESTIVALS OF RAKHI AND BHAIYAA DOOJ HOW WILL DURGA ,LAKSHMI N SARASWATI INCARNATE ON THIS EARTH AND WITHOUT ME THE EARTH'S PRIDE HOW WILL GROOM GET BRIDE? MOVED BY INVOKING QUESTION OF ENTITY OF THE WOMB MOTHER TRIED TO PROVIDE HER SLOACE CONVINCING HER WITH MOTHERLY GRACE OH!MY YET TO BE BORN DAUGHTER ...

IN YOUR FOND MEMORY How many chirpers were sheltered Might the shedder of these trees ever have pondered. In moments of sadness, absorbed in thoughts Eyes might have shed tears of blood. He won't be scared of you, O! Life Who might have played in the lap of death, day n night Ordeals of life will seem easy to him Who might have known art of living in all phases. How he has littered lamps of tears Might have been solitary in the deep darkness of night. Whom throbbing heart has recalled again Might have yearned once missing me. How scared heavens become by heaves of destitute O! Life, you might have seen in all walks of life. No friends, no chums, no consanguinity Only a custom that we have to observe. Lest darkness envelopes the whole world Lamps will have to be sheltered from stormy winds. You will miss groves of villages When your body might be scorched in city. Whenever my memories would have sprouted She might h...

  SPARROW  Sparrow Picking straws One after another Built a nest On tree's highest branch Lined it with cotton Laid eggs Hatched it Discharged her duty Got released From debt of birth.

SCHOOL Since centuries A difference prevails In speed of children Moving to school And in gait while Moving back home from school. Tears flowing from Eyes of child While going to school On his maiden day And history of affection of mother Sending him to school Is as true as Relation of mother and son. Changing history Has not gained New identity till date Child entrapped in sentiments of Traditions and law Still glances once His mother And once his teacher. ORIGINAL POEM IN RAJASTHANI BY SHYAM MAHARSHI JI TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH  BY RAJNI CHHABRA

THOUSAND SPEECHES WON'T TEMPT ME I CAN SPEAK BUT I AM MUM.

A WANDERING CLOUD THAT HAD HALTED IN MY COURTYARD FOR A WHILE SHOWERING PROTECTIVE AFFECTION WITH ITS BLISSFUL SHADE GOD ONLY KNOWS WHERE HAD IT BEEN SWAYED BY MERCILESS WINDS OF TIME A PANG STIRS MY MIND OH THAT I COULD OWN A FISTFUL SKY TO GRAB THAT CLOUD INSTEAD OF SCORCHED COURTYARD I WOULD HAVE BREATHED SANDAL SMEARED BREEZE IN MY ABODE. THIS POEM OF MINE HAS BEEN PUBLISHED IN AN INTERNATIONAL ANTHOLOGY OF POEMS'WANDERING CLOUD' IN 2009

Water of rivers Flows Like these thoughts Water of sacred Ganges Turns salty After mingling with sea These innocent thoughts also Fall prey to lust Existence is existence Re sends salty water To snowy summits Of Himalayas That is abode of Frozen soft water In vicinity of Snowy mountains Thoughts freeze Don't fall prey But are  immuned From flaws Nearing snowy peaks Ordinary human being Also becomes Like Himalayas Cool, stable, silent Bold, gigantic and  sober The poems ‘Existence  …Is Existence’ has been originally published in Hindi ,in ‘Himalaya ki Mahak’, by Sanjeev kashyap and with his consent translated into English by myself Rajni Chhabra.

FREEDOM Nobody visualizes Shattered dreams of queen In the boundaries of palace Often food is not available In plate of gold Flowing tears are In habit of Drying automatically There is no Jungle of concrete For a winged creature Nest of straws suffices For stretching wings. Rajni Chhabra

 STARS As the light Mingles with darkness Lord of house Vanishes from sight Stealthily appear stars One after another  

HE WILL BE BLAMED FOR BEING BIASED IF HE EVER WON'T MAKE ME SUFFER I AM ALSO A SEGMENT OF HIS CREATION A PASSENGER OF SAME CARVAN WHERE ALL MOVE FORWARD IN SHADE OF PINK N BLUE OF LIFE IF I REMAIN UNAFFECTED BY TREND OF THIS WORLD WON'T THE FRAMER OF MY DESTINY BE DEFAMED FOR BEING BIASED

Blissful is life,when minds connect Caring and sharing,leaves deep impact Creating everlasting effect Making you feel so perfect Giving new interpretation to your life Putting an end to your solitary strife. Rajni Chhabra