This poem I wrote for women’s day. For all the women who makes us happy. Celebrating oneself is empowerness…
I see my mother and her willingness to keep working further and further. Her fighting spirit encourages me to keep going and never loose hope.
(translation (below) might not give the flavour of the language but will convey the meaning)
चलती जाती चलती जाती …
ये रंग बिरंगे कपडों में,
पीले धातु के टुकड़ो में.
इठलाती – बलखाती सी ये.
वन में, घर में या दफ्तर में,
कहती- बहती, बचती- सहती.
कभी छोटे- छोटे चिथड़ो में,
कभी ढके-बुझे से कपडों में,
चिकने- चुपड़े से फेसों में,
या गुथें हुए से केशों में.
सजती- धजती, चलती- फिरती.
कहती-सुनती, हंसती- बुझती
चलती जाती चलती जाती
हर हाल में सुन्दरतम रहती.
हर हाल को सुन्दरतम कहती.
she keep on going…further and further
in colourful clothes,
in the pieces of gold.
as if she is flaunting…
in the wilderness or home or office,
she talks, she fly, she escapes, she drifts away.
in rags or in clad clothes
in painted faces or in plaited hair
she dresses up
she listens, she smiles, she blows out
she keep on going…further and further
she is happy in all situations
she make all the situations happy for her self.
