IMPRINTS

 

  IT IS NOT ME  It is not me Your future is summoning For you Roofs are thatched with silence Houses have doors of ebony Walls persist Between human-beings You are invited to Fetch adze To demolish walls It is not me Your future is summoning  For you Listening to sirens Run breathlessly Towards bazaars, mills and offices Life-less beings of  night Stiff eye-balls gazing Human-beings Stranger to each other You are invited to Meet others with open heart It is not me Your future is summoning  For you Light of bulb  Is confined to it shade Only shadow lands on Huge footpath Such a cover page of Book of life Has been deciphered You are invited  To decipher  Next page of life It is not me Your future is summoning For you. My English transversion of Rajasthani Poems of literary icon Late Harish Bhadani Ji, published in e magazine Negchar Rajni Chhabra

  13. GIVE ME A SEED Mamma, Papa I urgently need A seed And some soil And water too I need    I will dig the ground Sow seed in it And water it. I will surely  Take care of it Without missing a day It will grow Day by day And become  A big tree One day. Then, you can relax Under its shade. I will watch Birds chirping on it Or, on its huge branch Put a swing Take it high And merrily sing.