High-Spirited Woman : Rajasthani Poem by Sapna Verma English Translation by Rajni Chhabra


 SAPNA VERMA

 HIGH- SPIRITED WOMAN

While milking cows

Along with milk squirt

Amidst being hit by tail of cow

Who co-ordinates rhythm

That woman only is high-spirited


While making cow-dung cakes

Who pays heed to 

Uniformity of shape

In hand- impression put on* theprhee

Who tries to find impressions of

Lines of her hand

That woman only is high-spirited


While grinding 

When the rhythmic sound 

Produced by grains

Is fused into sweet music

Flowing from her

Melodious voice 

That woman only is high-spirited


Working like machine

But not turning into machine

keeps shaping and framing

Her own dreams

That woman only is high-spirited


But every woman

Who seems alive

Is not full of life

When vision turns stony

When vision gets stuck 

To a specific point

When she becomes like a wall

Though sitting in front of hearth 

Milk boiling overflows

When in squirt of milk

She hears noise only

When while making cow-dung cakes

She hears only sound of dung-slapping

When grinding-stone 

Solely produces sound

When hand gets burnt

While making chapatis

O human-beings!

Just pay attention to it

This is not woman

But moving corpse

She is devoid of life

Only seems to be alive.



* theprhee: cow-dung cake




Comments

  1. Each rural woman is gifted brave spirited woman seen in her enthusiasm in routine chores like making cow dung cakes, milking cow and grinding grains for family food preparation on open hearth of fire ,making her dream like birth in woman mode a happy memory. Yet in male dominated society every woman is not liberated to live her life in spirited way,and her vision becomes stony and life style like a machine or a moving corpse. Very sad state of affairs which needs intervention by human right activists and social reformers in society

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  2. I absolutely support your viewpoint. Thanks for reaching depth of poem and commenting

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