RAJASTHANI POEMS OF INDER SINGH RAJPUROHIT: ENGLISH VERSION BY RAJNI CHHABRA


RAJASTHANI POEMS OF INDER SINGH RAJPUROHIT

GOLDEN DAYS

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Around tree

Keep on revolving

Children of younger daughter

Making a noise

Without any reason


Colt of cow, tied with door outside

Is trying to break rope after seeing them


Mother starts singing hymns

Removing thick layer of cream

From curd, which she had left

To set at night

Beckons children to come to her

They come running 

To sit in lap of granny

With intention of relishing butter.


Cat sitting nearby 

Purrs on seeing butter in their hands

Children get scared on seeing

Teeth of cat


Mother moves bowl of buttermilk

Towards cat, showing her affection

Butter-like soft heart of mother

Lands in my eyes


It is my ill-luck only

That golden days never return

Golden days never return.



WAITING ENDLESSLY

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 I keep roaming in vain

Roundabout about that room

In which, my mother used to live


This crazy heart of mine

Is not under my control

Keeps on peeping through

Chinks of the door

Unnecessarily, my ears 

Try to listen 

Coughing of my mother

My heart is craving

That my mother will call me now.


Now from nowhere is audible

Sweet language like that of mother


Again and again, I return empty-handed

Just as a starving bull

Strikes his head against empty vessel

Devoid of fodder

I, too, strike my head


Mother fed me with morsels so often

Making *Churma with her hands

My belly had its fill, but not my heart


Child hidden inside my heart

Standing near edge of door is still

Searching for mother, waiting endlessly.


* morsel:  a dish made by crushing chapatis, mixing sugar and ghee in it.

 

Comments

  1. Thanks, Dr. Inder Singh Rajpurohit for entrusting me with English transversion of your picturesque Rajasthani poems

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  2. How sweet memories of legacy of life style in ancient rural household with cows ,cats and buffaloes as part of family members and relishing fresh butter churned out of buttermilk and delicious morsel served by mother to children. The joy of playing on non cemented floors around fruit trees in backyard of home was a special fun, which all is now missing in urban City life styles. True one misses it most now while moving around cubicle concrete homes

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  3. Wonderful comprehensive review of the poem with its rural background. heartily obliged for unique comment, Mallik ji

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  4. Youth with all its impatience causes us to reflect on what we miss as in Golden you cannot go back, my mother passed 3 years ago. I still hear her voice at times and the smell of her fresh cakes permeates my soul
    He speaks to a point through pictures in words
    Very insightful as to the love of his mother and memories of childhood he carries
    Jud Bowness, Poet from Boston

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  5. Heartiest thanks for your comment with innate depth of feelings

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