Truth Of New Year
UNEXPECTED / Dr. Mahendra Bhatnagar
Like all times
arrived Asharha1
with a flood of gifts
of clouds anew!
but,
the intense thirst-stricken chatak2
said nothing,
only stared
with vacant eyes,
neither welcomed the newcomer
nor drank life-giving nectar!
Like all times
Savana3 rained in torrents!
With lusty shaky breasts
black clouds
gathered thick
hankered restless,
begged –
spreading their green, wet border!4
But,
peacocks didn't dance,
Bhadon5 went away sapless,
the silent sky
didn't give voice to kajali6 songs.
Like all times
came the wintry-moonlit nights
chilly!
to remind
about young moon-faced beauty's words!
But,
'Shuklabhisarika'7
didn't move from her home,
pathway –
desolately awoke every night,
no morpankhi8 ever stirred
in the tranquil lake!
Like all times
sweet-flourished Spring came,
with new leaves
and bracelets of colourful flowers!
But jasmine didn't bloom
nor was heard
the dolour of koel9!
A year
of burdensome dates
of obscure memories
came .... to .... an ... end!
" "
1 a month from mid June to mid July.
2 an Indian bird supposed to drink only rain water during 'Swati' constellation.
3 a month from mid July to mid August.
4 greenery.
5 a month from mid August to mid September.
6 folk song sung during rainy season.
7an adolescent woman who often comes out to meet her lover in the moonlit night.
8 a boat of the shape of pea-cock's wing.
9 Indian cuckoo.
NEW YEAR / Dr. Mahendra Bhatnagar
O New Year
I could not
welcome you
despite willingness!
Thought of planning
varied celebrations
before your auspicious arrival,
God knows what
peculiar new ideas
assimilated in mind,
but,
could not put a little of that
into practice!
O New Year!
How
Have you come
without any pomp and show?
And, despite willingness,
I could not embrace you
in my love-laden arms!
O New Year!
How sad you must be feeling indeed!
I could not dedicate even a single line
to welcome you,
despite willingness
this time
to write not one : but many poems!
O, what happened?
Something memorable outstanding
must have happened –
the prologue
or
the epilogue
of the drama of life!
But,
nothing happened,
only
a sensation of rehearsal!
O New Year!
I slept and woke up
with a longing
to give you an important place
in the index of life!
Despite willingness
could neither live
nor die!
" "
E-Mail : drmahendrabh@rediffmail.com
Poetry by M. Bhatnagar
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Written on 2007-12-17 at 14:43
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NEW YEAR
NEW YEARUNEXPECTED / Dr. Mahendra Bhatnagar
Like all times
arrived Asharha1
with a flood of gifts
of clouds anew!
but,
the intense thirst-stricken chatak2
said nothing,
only stared
with vacant eyes,
neither welcomed the newcomer
nor drank life-giving nectar!
Like all times
Savana3 rained in torrents!
With lusty shaky breasts
black clouds
gathered thick
hankered restless,
begged –
spreading their green, wet border!4
But,
peacocks didn't dance,
Bhadon5 went away sapless,
the silent sky
didn't give voice to kajali6 songs.
Like all times
came the wintry-moonlit nights
chilly!
to remind
about young moon-faced beauty's words!
But,
'Shuklabhisarika'7
didn't move from her home,
pathway –
desolately awoke every night,
no morpankhi8 ever stirred
in the tranquil lake!
Like all times
sweet-flourished Spring came,
with new leaves
and bracelets of colourful flowers!
But jasmine didn't bloom
nor was heard
the dolour of koel9!
A year
of burdensome dates
of obscure memories
came .... to .... an ... end!
" "
1 a month from mid June to mid July.
2 an Indian bird supposed to drink only rain water during 'Swati' constellation.
3 a month from mid July to mid August.
4 greenery.
5 a month from mid August to mid September.
6 folk song sung during rainy season.
7an adolescent woman who often comes out to meet her lover in the moonlit night.
8 a boat of the shape of pea-cock's wing.
9 Indian cuckoo.
NEW YEAR / Dr. Mahendra Bhatnagar
O New Year
I could not
welcome you
despite willingness!
Thought of planning
varied celebrations
before your auspicious arrival,
God knows what
peculiar new ideas
assimilated in mind,
but,
could not put a little of that
into practice!
O New Year!
How
Have you come
without any pomp and show?
And, despite willingness,
I could not embrace you
in my love-laden arms!
O New Year!
How sad you must be feeling indeed!
I could not dedicate even a single line
to welcome you,
despite willingness
this time
to write not one : but many poems!
O, what happened?
Something memorable outstanding
must have happened –
the prologue
or
the epilogue
of the drama of life!
But,
nothing happened,
only
a sensation of rehearsal!
O New Year!
I slept and woke up
with a longing
to give you an important place
in the index of life!
Despite willingness
could neither live
nor die!
" "
E-Mail : drmahendrabh@rediffmail.com
Poetry by M. Bhatnagar
Read 428 times
Written on 2007-12-17 at 14:43
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