Sunless morn two cups of tea Loneliness pours one on its own. The month of November Loneliness drops from above Snow shower! I make eggs whisk well, and pour in a hot pan Loneliness coagulates. I go out for a run Loneliness follows Sometimes I win, sometimes, you guess'd right, that one. I make curry Chop, chop, stir, stir Spicy spicy Loneliness. I begin to clean and broom Smart loneliness! Escapes my old vacuum….
Persuaded by a dear friend, I recently translated a few Hindi poems in English and somewhere along the line started enjoying it. In keeping with that mood, here’s my translation of Ram Avtar Tyagi’s ‘मेरी थकन उतर जाती है‘ . Born in March 1925, in Moradabad district (tehsil Sambhal) of the state of Uttar Pradesh in India, he was a post graduate from Delhi University. Famous progressive Hindi poet Ramdhari Singh Dinkar believes that Tyagi’s poetry is a testimony of…