Ring : Rajasthani Poem by Sharda Krishna; English Translation by Rajni Chhabra
RING
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A celestial nymph
Matchless beauty Meneka
And consequence of
Circumstantial consummations of
Sage Vishwamitar
A staunch meditator of truth
Refuted Shakuntala
Brought up in Hermitage
Foster daughter of Father Kanv
Enchanting innocent youth
She was unquestioned beauty.
In maze-filled roads of past
Narrow lanes and crossroads
On highways of Hastinapur
In confused mob of feminism
She is wandering
In search of finding
Exact definition of her dignity
In each and every street are
Echoing songs of revolution
Of torch-bearers
And she wants to know from mob about
Fathomless depth of water of Shuchi-pilgrimage
Effacement of ring with royal seal
And consequence of selfless love
How a ring
Erased
Memory and consciousness
Of the king
Which proficient goldsmith
Could have moulded gold
Matching my finger only
Stomach of Rohu fish
Would not have been pierced
Without any purpose
She was destined
To become an instrument
Of oblivion of the king
God knows why
She swallowed my very existence
And held it for years
In her abdomen
She, too, was killed ultimately
Like a character of some suspense story
But, prior to it
In full gathering in court was
Shattered dignity of female
Was ridiculed with harsh words
Abomination by the king
Annoyance of Mother Goutami
Contempt of foster-brothers of hermitage
Inner cores of heart of
Daughter of Kanv
Pierced
Then she observed
Truth beguiled to lie
Bereaved faith
And triumph of
Forced fraud!
She did not find refuge in earth
Many Agni-pariksha she might have to face
She will have to probe for herself
Response to these questions
Where Royals society is mum now
Where had been the ring
How it vanished
When did Rohu fish
Come on surface of
Shuchi pilgrimage?
Who was the fisher-man
That took the ring
To the royal court
Exactly after disdain of Shakuntala
By the King
And if it was a mutual lapse
Why the entire punishment
Why the whole blemish is
One sided.
Posting a comment on behalf of Jud Bowness, a reputed poet from Boston
ReplyDeleteI feel the struggle yesterday tears against tomorrow's hopes yet confused and lost in the flight from one to another. poignant , hard
Thanks , Dear Poet Jud Bowness for your peerless comment
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