FISTFUL OF HOPE PART 3: HINDI POETRY OF PROMILA BHARDWAJ : ENGLISH TRANSVERSION BY RAJNI CHHABRA

41. White and Black  (Shewat aur Shyam )  page 84

42. Tiny Girl ( Nanhi Munni Ladhki)   page 77

43. Criticism ( Aalochana ) page 86                                                  

44. Traffic ( Aawagaman) page 70

45. Fistful of Hope ( Anjuri Bhar Aas) page 19

46. Confusion (Bhram) page 67

47. Silence ( Moun) page 56

48. Red Ink ( Lal Syahi) page 97

49. Ground (Chaougaan) page 112

50. Greeting (Naman) page 69


 41.  WHITE AND BLACK

       ********************

Black and white

Only these two colours are visible

On snow-clad mountains

That were green till yesterday. 

A little bit sandy, too

For sometime, eyes were closed,

During night itself, this miracle happened

Moon-light covered greenery

Darkness covered sandy soil.

On mountains were visible only two colors

Black and white.

Stretching wings

White-colored birds 

Seemed covering darkness

Diffusing brightness

Become mates of hope

Shine lie rays

On black surface of earth

Take away anguish of mind

Showcasing divine beauty

Only two colors are visible 

Black and white

Both are competing with each other

Snow fell like swabs of cotton

By and by, right in front of the eyes

Moonlight dominated

Mind became cheerful

White colour descended 

On leaves of trees

On courtyard of houses

On terrace, fields,

It seems symbolic of 

Victory of truth

Symbol of peace,

Arrival of happiness

As if eager lover

Waiting for beloved

Apostle of humanity

Resource of cleanliness,

This colour is favourite of all

White and white colour 

Prevalent everywhere 

Till the extent of vision

And on those high mountains

That were green till yesterday.



42.  TINY GIRL

     ***********

Sweet like doll

Tiny girl

Plays with handkerchief

In fun,

Draws sketch of life

Creates, discards, embellishes

For hours, folds

Handkerchief , with concentration

Unaware of 

Crowded ambience

And of her future

Moves handkerchief in air

Moving freely, with playful movements

Would cover her head with 

Like a scarf

Keeps it in pocket

Wipes sweat 

Makes a ball and bounces 

Cuddles it

Putting it in form of doll

Puts it on shoulder

Carrying like heavy burden

Walks bending

Pretends to wipe tears with it

Or acting of coughing

Uses it as pillow 

At times, as broom,

Unaware of all.

Is she doing rehearsal of roles

That she has to perform 

Till attaining old age.

This chit of girl is so capable

She is master of diverse forms of art

She is progenitor of all

Even then, treated as unwanted

Why is she despised?

Treated as inauspicious

Why is she killed 

Even before birth?

Doll like sweet,

Tiny baby, unborn girl.

If you have to kill

Kill your sick mentality

Blemished mental attitude

Clumsy malpractices

Conservatism

Such considerations

And reasons of such considerations

Don't kill that doll like

 Sweet tiny girl

Neither before birth

Nor after birth

Or else, 

Human -race will extinguish

Without this sweet tiny girl.



 CRITICISM 

***********

Involved in criticizing

Whole world spends time

This is means of entertainment

Capable of reforming

Cures like medicine.

It is easy to criticize

But not easy to bear it,

It is not of individuals

It is criticism of their behaviour

Basically, all individuals are almost alike

But appear different 

Due to difference in behaviour

There are so many varieties of behaviour

 Sweet, bitter, sour, spicy

Satirical and serious

Good, bad and mixed

Concocting these

Different kinds of personalities evolve

For falling prey to critics.

Criticizing is easy

But listening to criticism

That too own,

Is so painful and intolerable

It is beneficial as well

If we contemplate on it

It treats our shortcomings

Cautions us, rectifies 

Conduct,- behaviour.

If criticism becomes guide of

Public representatives

Administrative officers

Social reformers

It becomes a means of development

If criticism retains its grace

It is highly appreciable

If turns venomous, it will be fatal.

Destroyer of happiness and peace

Assuming positive form

Let it flow perennially, 

Let it proliferate!

Involved in criticizing

Whole world spends time.



 TRAFFIC

*********

When viewed from summit

View is very charming and pleasant

On serpentine roads

In opposite directions

Fast moving vehicles 

Continuous traffic,

On uneven, wavy roads

Running, panting, creepy

Youth, adults and aged travellers

Diverse forms of vehicles

 Wherefrom,  they have come

Is not known, just as our 

And of other creatures

Previous and next destination

Is not known to us

Raising curtain from this secret is

Equally tough

Where is our next destination and when

Who has got clue to it

Let him reveal it  to us too.

Till then, let us enjoy viewing

This pleasant view of

Traffic of vehicles

Scattered on earth, journey

Of our own and others.



45.  FISTFUL OF HOPE

     ******************

Crazy hope

Moved in quest of

A fistful of light.

Diving in it.

Depurate

That gets dusty

Often due to pollution,

Diffused all around

Inside and outside

In all four directions

In diverse ways

And why---

All are aware of it

Then, why to repeat

Just ponder over

How to remove 

Its havoc

That is mingling in breath

Like slow poison

Assuming form of diverse frustrations

Stretches in mind

In each and every street

In each and every city

Every *Prahar 

It is getting very difficult 

To breathe and live perfectly

Under such circumstances

Observing effort of

Passionate hope

Why to make fun of her,

Indulged in quest of light

Diffusing it on all

Embellishing herself

She is all set to view

Graceful -beautiful

Inside and outside

Pure and chaste

Pray that efforts are successful

Crazy hope, attaining light

Remain cheerful always

Crazy hope seeks

Fistful of light

Fist remains full of it

Never gets empty.

Hope of all are cherished

All remain joyous

For satiety and happiness

Suffices

Fistful of hope!


* prahar : In Hindu calculation of time, a day is divided into 8 broader divisions of three hours each, called Prahar.



46.  CONFUSION

     *************

Reaching on 

Summit of 

Lush green mountain

Glanced downwards

Within a moment

In both eyes

Got confined 

Entire town,

Plains, river, bridge

And serpentine pathways

Passing which

We reached so high,

Capturing this splendid view 

In eyes,

Presented it to heart

Heart accepted it

Viewed, examined, praised,

Thrilled

Passed it to intellect

As gift

Intellect examined it,

And exercised mind,

Thought of locating

Own house in that clicked view,

Failed, but

This attempt did not prove futile

Realization dawned 

About self-identity

That seemed to be very special

Came to realize 

This existence is as much unknown

As his own house

In this entire landscape.

Ego subdued

Internal darkness 

Came to an end

Confusion ended

Got polite

Reaching on 

Summit of 

Lush green mountain.



47.  SILENCE 

      **********

We, you and all are subsisting

In empire of silence.

Silently flowing amidst it

Pure river of occupancy,

We, you and all of us 

Have become its opposite banks.

Innumerable waves of sentiments

Have come to stand-still

Due to lack of exchange of ideas,

Creating impression of cold-war

Attack of anguish

All are tolerating silently

Silent viewers of nature and we ourselves 

Are aghast at this reign of silence.

We, you and all are dwelling 

In this empire of silence

Like good citizens

But, no, this empire is not good

It is fetching restless disposition of mind

Making whole surroundings burdensome.

Come, let us shift somewhere else

Stop living in this empire of silence.

We are two opposite banks of river.

For sake of removing distance and silence

Conversing mutually

While flowing,

Mingle into 

Ocean of good-will

Get in unison

With conciliation

Always live in unison

Wherever  might live

We, you and all

But not at all

In the empire of silence.



48. RED INK

   **********
Explosion of bombs

At times, in this country

At times, in other country

Shattered into pieces

Buildings

Human-beings

Destroyed, helter-skelter

Remnants, parts of body

Scattered hither-thither

Are screaming and declaring

All these did not face havoc

First of all

Prior to them

Shattered into pieces were humanity

And human aesthesia

And of preaching of all religions

For spreading love, peace and benevolence

Born out of same Divine force

Linked with luminous threads

Human relations
 
Shattered into small pieces

Scatter everywhere first of all

Shreds of humanity

Dipped in colour of malice

Float in wind

Then in breeze

At times, of this country

At times, of that country

And drop by drop blood

Oozing from their fragments

Fills red ink in 

Pens of writers

That ink pours out such deadly news

As don't appear tragic to us now

We have got so used to such news

We are not alarmed now

At human tragedies

Ears still listen attentively

But, hearts are not moved now

This is paradox of our century

Or, we have crossed all limits of sinfulness

Red ink is narrating

This catastrophe.


49.  GROUND

      **********

Shivering with cold

On a lethargic holiday

Cozy golden rays of the Sun

Cajoled lotus-like face of 

Shivering dawn

Reluctantly 

Yawning

Moving slowly

Sheet of fog

Studded with beads of dew

Dawn rose

And with its light

Awakened, patting

The ground, half asleep

As it got fully awake, by and by

Children who had been waiting

Teen-agers, youth

Forming groups 

With their companions

Taking along with them

Cricket, foot-ball

Skipping rope-badminton 

And other items

Landed in the ground

Ripe-aged persons , too

Came out for strolling

Accompanying them were

Groups of swans and birds 

Some persons came to lounge

Some for stretching their bodies

Some came to play cards

Or to read newspaper

Women-folk, after completing chores

Fetching crochets and knitting pins

Groundnuts-* revari

Came to relax

Houses on all sides

Seemed deserted ,

Appeared viewing with jealousy

Ground, full of hustle-bustle

Still, having much of empty space,

This huge ground is evidence of

Countless festivals and fairs

And historical events.

So much, tolerant, so polite

As great as it is huge.

O, that courtyards of our hearts

Too get so huge 

To accommodate

Affection and love of

All creatures, 

Our own and strangers

O, Huge ground!

Give us this boon

All become as great as you!


* Revari : a sweet dish prepared with jaggery and seeds of seasame


  

50.  GREETING

     ***********

Reaching 

On summit

Vision reaches till far

With a fast pace

Views clean,  refreshed  bright

Serialated mountain range

Overjoyed beholding this beauty

Pleased , sips greenery

Filling cups of eyes to brim

At times, delighted

At times, astonished 

Ponder over

How and when the care-taker of 

Numerous wide-stretched forests,

Gardens-orchids, flower gardens

And our all crops

Comes and takes care of all these

Crop is so abundant 

That it suffices for all creatures

My eyes, moist with gratitude

Gratified to you for satiety, greet you

To the last extent of vision

Viewing ethereal beauty

Blooming farms-fields 

Heart bows in obligation

With a fast pace, eyes view

Life-bestowing nature

Clean, pure and bright.













 











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