ANNOYED MOON, DEWS, HACKLES, RAJASTHANI POEMS BY MONICA GAUR : ENGLISH VERSION BY RAJNI CHHABRA
ANNOYED MOON
The moon
Sitting on my table
Playing with my pen
Demanded of me
When will you scribble
Songs glorifying me
Music of moonlight
Couplets of silence
Lyrics of love
Hmm
In getting included my verses
You will have to ignite yourself
Fumed and scorched in heat
Can you be that much red?
Can you solve---problem of hunger?
My pen versifies
Only romance of truth
That is why
It seems unpleasant to masses
Since then, the moon is annoyed
Stretching on my table
DEW
Instantly vanish
With touch of hand
And evaporate in sand
Droplets of dew
Is it dew
Or dreams of
A youthful girl---
SHACKLES
Shackles are shackles
By whatsoever name
These are known
May be known as **teeka-rakhdhee
Or be named as mangla-sutra, bangles
Anklets or *bichhia
But
Shackles impose
Only bondage
Whether it be of iron
Or of gold.
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