For many years they’d not seen each other, may be forty. Brother had migrated to the States when she was little, may be five, or subtract fifty-four from sixty. Many things had grown and shrunk. She’d gotten married like him and borne three beautiful children ready to have nests of their own. Then asudden, a letter came from brother that he was coming down to see her. Sister’s beatitude knew no bounds Redress the…
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…