WHAT TO SCRIBBLE? RAJASTHANI POEM BY ILA PAREEK WHAT TO SCRIBBLE? A child will take birth soon Thinking so, the whole family rejoices But after knowing about daughter in the womb An atmosphere of death dominates the scene " Get it aborted." Mother -in- law instructs her so Baby girl in womb On hearing this , wriggles Feeling hurt badly like The innocent crane Attacked by arrows of Lord Ram My heart instructed me at once To scribble about Pathos of this unborn daughter This girl Lachami has Attained age of five years All rejoice together In courtyard echoes Sound of her anklets She smiles merrily When tempted by neighbourer To give her candies Saviour turning into killer Brings shame to humanity My heart instructed me... Scribble cries of this girl When lass attains Age of sixteen years Smiles beholding herself In mirror Fancying about Forthcoming days Becomes happy In her dreams But, O! God This cruel person Burns her with acid Beholding her old pics...
In the Dark Corner ****************** Away from hustle bustle of picnic spot, a ripe-aged man was standing in a dark corner of park, was taking puffs of cigarette. Enjoying smoking, he was interrupted by an inquisite young man, who was curious to know why that old man was standing there alone, puffing cigarette. The old man replied that he was smoking in that dark corner of the park, because he did not want to be observed by his son. Abruptly, he observed that young man, too, was holding cigarette in his hand and was about to take puff. The old man asked him, "Why are you standing in this deserted corner, leaving the joy of company of others?" The young man replied, "I don't want to be noticed by my parents that I smoke" Rajni Chhabra 22/10/2024
IN WEE HOURS Y ou awake in wee hours On your own And start grinding On grinding wheel With rhythm produced by it The home yard manages Dawn On its own Without imploring anyone On embracing morning by you On accepting morning rise by you Whole courtyard awakens Hearth accepts fire willingly Your affection is recognized By beloved Holding nectar in inner-depths of heart You are the one, who nurtures Hope of colt of kamdhenu It is due to your endeavours only That cradles resound With squeals.
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