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The constant shedding of Tears (Maithili poem by Sh. Rajdeo Mandal - from his anthology of Maithili poems "Ambara"- translated into English by Gajendra Thakur)

2011-12-26T00:09:00.001-08:00

The constant shedding of Tears (Maithili poem by Sh. Rajdeo Mandal - from his anthology of Maithili poems "Ambara"- translated into English by Gajendra Thakur)
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RajdeoMandal

Out of the eyes of my beloved
tears like a river
always remain flowing
and in that water of tears
people plunge
some feel cold
and some feel hot
some say wow!
and some feel bad.
but my blind-deaf accomplice
does not care,
her tears always remain flowing
but for some time her tears have stopped coming out
now perhaps she has emptied herself of tears
or
is she storing it!

Episodes Of The Life - ("Kist-Kist Jeevan" by Smt. shefalika Varma translated into English by Smt. Jyoti Jha Chaudhary )

2011-04-29T01:04:00.000-07:00

Shefalika Verma has written two outstanding books in Maithili; one a book of poems titled “BHAVANJALI”, and the other, a book of short stories titled “YAYAVARI”. Her Maithili Books have been translated into many languages including Hindi, English, Oriya, Gujarati, Dogri and others. She is frequently invited to the India Poetry Recital Festivals as her fans and friends are important people.

Translator:Jyoti Jha Chaudhary, Date of Birth: December 30 1978,Place of Birth- Belhvar (Madhubani District), Education: Swami Vivekananda Middle School, Tisco Sakchi Girls High School, Mrs KMPM Inter College, IGNOU, ICWAI (COST ACCOUNTANCY); Residence- LONDON, UK; Father- Sh. Shubhankar Jha, Jamshedpur; Mother- Smt. Sudha Jha- Shivipatti. Jyoti received editor's choice award from www.poetry.comand her poems were featured in front page of www.poetrysoup.com for some period.She learnt Mithila Painting under Ms. Shveta Jha, Basera Institute, Jamshedpur and Fine Arts from Toolika, Sakchi, Jamshedpur (India). Her Mithila Paintings have been displayed by Ealing Art Group at Ealing Broadway, London."ARCHIS"- COLLECTION OF MAITHILI HAIKUS AND POEMS.

Preface:

An autobiography is not merely a story of a life but this rotates around the chronology of philosophical thoughts, ideological revolutions and the ups and downs of the emotions. This is also an analysis of a situation. For writing a full autobiography, even if the entire land on the Earth becomes the paper and the oceans become the ink, the story would remain incomplete. In this way the ‘Episodes of the Life’ was written in six to seven hundreds of pages. I had never thought about its publishing. Suddenly, the five headed moon emerged in the treasure of the nature. Pressure for the publishing arose. I was requested to summarise the story. In this process, where someone left, where I missed some event, I left all these to be judged by the readers.

I am not a role model whose autobiography would be desired by the readers, neither am I a litterateur to know whom, people would be enthusiastic. This is a story of a very emotional ordinary girl who, although, born and brought up in the facility and luxury of a city life, rendered her duty regarding family, social and traditional front in the orthodoxy of village-life with her utmost patience. How she could at least reach the doorway of the Maithili literature. How the earth is filled three fourth with water and one fourth with land, likewise, my life is also filled three fourth with emotions and imaginations and one fourth with the reality - but apart from all these, my whole life is made up of compromises and adjustments with situation, family and society.

The Time Was Cruel:

“Everybody loves in his life

I will love you even after my death.”

The melody of the song is spread and I am feeling his existence even in the darkness. I am seeking the singer with my wide open eyes- he must be somewhere nearby – I am lying shocked –I am listening to my own heartbeats – the fear of loneliness left me standing alone in the Sunami – one who passed away is gone and the left one is left like a log – the flood throws him like a thrash in the sand of the world. Get up Ranno! You are a courageous person. The whole world is in front of you, move ahead and face the world. Come into the reality- like he is holding me in his arms- enchanting me with his words – you will have to create a new world, will have to live by yourself. I am in each breath you inhale – I am not away from you- I will love you even after my death- after my death – this is thrilling- why had he sung this song to me- why? Where he was singing this song by holding me whole night?

Somebody takes you away from my arms my love is not so insecure, then my love is so insecure that the Goddess took him away from me. I read in news papers that the seminars of the heart specialists are going on, that different equipments are being installed in the Indira Gandhi Institute of Heart Diseases. Is the disease cured by seminars and equipments? As long as the doctors are not dedicated, they don’t have humanity and they lack the attitude of rendering duty- the equipments and machines cannot do anything.

..........

My husband Lallan Kumar Verma, who was also a senior advocate in Patna High Court, he left this world, whatever is the spiritual reason, but the mismanagement of the Indira Gandhi Institute of Cardiology is responsible for that. Nobody can stop the death made by God but can the condition of the emergency department of a hospital be so bad? Is this system correct- rusted equipments, departments lacking life-saving medicines, empty cylinders of oxygen, broken electric shak, are doctors so heartless? To run their private nursing homes the institutes like Cardiology can be neglected so badly? There are only those machines left that turn the present into the past – and nothing else, nothing else, I hate doctors. If doctors start treatment immediately and patients don’t survive at last after their full efforts then we can console ourselves that the doctors tried their best but the God was not in favour. And the papers started turning in front of my eyes- his poems, the letters from Kedarji, Neeraja, Manoranjanji- everything was irritating my eyes like hot chilli, there was no tear in my eyes only the inflammation- inflammation of fire, inflamation of chilli.

Respected Didiji !

Saadar Naman,

We are very distressed to know the sudden death of respected Vermaji. We can only try to understand how deeply hurtful this situation is for you. Thinking about the anguish of the sudden end of the company of a talented and favouring life partner itself fills the heart with stress. This is the peculiarity of this world. This always moves, keeps changing, who was present now they are no more and who are present now will die in future. You know this reality more than I know. Please don’t lose your patience. Your sons, daughters and other kids need your blessings and company. Try to console your heart by seeing the image of Vermaji in the face of your sons. It seems that I can perceive the floating emptiness on your ever smling face from here. May God give you energy and patience to tolerate this agony. With the wish that your surrounding and friends could help you in overcoming the grief of Vermaji’s demise I pray the almighty God to give divine peace to the great soul of Vermaji.

Your Younger Brother(like)

Kedar Nath Sharma

The Department of Sanskrit

24-12-2001

.........

Dear Shefalikaji,

I can’t get what to write. I am deeply hurt. I had heard that sad news from some senior person that Lalanji is no more. I couldn’t believe but I understood that bad news were not false. I always think about you- how you are.

My evening in Saharsa and Lalan bhaiya’s words –‘Some love is left yet’- Can this vanish? Again in Prayag, our meeting in the birth centenary of Amarnath Jha – how had he left the world so soon leaving these things away?

According to him you are soft hearted as well as firm. May God strengthen your capability! Because, you have dual responsibility as your children would like to see their father in your eyes, so don’t keep them filled with tears. May the goddess Shree 108 Jagdamba give the entire house to bear this sorrow!

Yours

(Neerja Renu)

03-01-2002

Reverend Shefalikaji,

Pranaam,

I always felt that I should be away from that family but I am the closest person to that intellectual (Saraswat) family. The first thing to be remembered in the morning and adorable brother‘s inspirational personality was our strength. The village of the bank of river can be destroyed but the fame of the people of that village is spread all over- I was spreading these words getting from him only. When I suddenly came to know this I was shocked. I felt anger for myself because the struggle of University made me so detached from you I couldn’t realise.

I had been to your place in Patna. You were visiting Delhi at that time. I know your sad heart that how an ever intellectual lady, absorbing meditation, a scholar like you, is left alive being inspirational for us, for your children, for protecting society ,literature and culture.

Satyaprakash’s mother is very worried about you. My family is always dedicated to follow your instructions. We will be obliged if you instruct us to do anything any time. Please bless us by informing about your well being.

Asking for wellbeing of you and your family to the Goddess Tara

Manoranjan Jha

PG Department (Maithili) Saharsa

02-01-2002

....

How these forty years of togetherness have passed!

The goddess has blessed me with the enchanting wife.

I couldn’t even complete my conversation and such a long period has passed

Just look at the lilting flowers in the small garden of our dream.

Flowers have attracted more flowers, the couple flowers made buds

What to say, was that possible without your co-operation

Many difficulties have come in the life and you didn’t allow me to distracted

You always encouraged me with your inspiring words

There are many remembrances that make me unhappy

You are gifted to me as a boon to realise the happiness

You forgave me for all my faults and rendered all your duties

The tiny flowers of emotions are dedicated to you today

I beheld you for life long

But my eyes are not yet satisfied

I pray only

That you never get any sorrow in your life, I have trust on my Goddess

To my Ranno, Raniya, Chhammo, Raaj on her fortieth birth anniversary

- Lalan

3-07-1999

CTC Broadgreen Hospital, Liverpool, U.K.

He wrote this after only one month of my birthday

To my lovely, attractive, bright wife ‘Raj’ who adorned my life with her enchanting beauty- “Keep on showering affection to everybody like you have been doing yet. I only can feel that I cannot live without you for a single second.”

- Lalan

09-08-1999, Omskark, U.K.

I was able to see with my eyes overflow with tears as clear as the rising sun, how happy Vermaji was on that day as his daughter Vandana (Pinki) was coming from England. She was the one who with her husband had saved her dad’s life in England.

.....

I was surprised when it was time to go to England in 1999. He became ready to go within one minute to respect the invitation by Vandana Pahun (Vandana’s husband).Well, this was a different story that Sanjeev had recently resigned his job and started practicing advocacy under his father because, he couldn’t neglect his clients and cases at any cost. He was writing book on human rights while travelling in England. He couldn’t survive without law. We had been there for only two months. It was exactly two months over when we were to return India when the calamity attacked us. Pinki was employed in Conventry during that time. K P was there in Omskark hospital. Pritu and Ani was studying there so we were in Omskark. Varmaji had prepared very good salad, ‘does only Pahun know the style of making salad? See, how I make the stylist salad. Pahun was laughing a lot. We three had meal together then we sent Pahun to Hospital. We both watched TV for some time and he asked to go to the bedroom to take rest. Both children were in the school. We both went upstairs to take rest. We were talking about general things and suddenly he started complaining chest pain. I asked him whether I should call the pahun but he stopped me by reminding ‘don’t you remember I had the similar pain in Saharsa station. I got relieved after eating valium. I will eat Valium again and the pain will vanish.’ But his pain increased. I phoned pahun(son in law). He came in his dress of operation theatre. After seeing him he took some medicine and called ambulance from different room. ‘Mummy, we have to take papa to the hospital immediately’. He asked Vermaji whether he would be able to go downstairs himself. Vermaji had strong will power so he said yes why not. He went downstairs and I started changing dress. When I came downstairs I saw him lying on the sofa and struggling with pain on the sofa like a bird injured by arrow. Pahun stopped waiting for the ambulance and took him on his car. Quarter was in the hospital campus but before reaching there he fell on the car floor. I kept on shouting ‘Pahun, papa has fallen down’ but Pahut continued driving with speed and horn and reached the emergency finally. He was brought out of the car. He was numb and senseless. Pahun couldn’t lift him alone so four ward boys came in a second. I was crying. All sisters took me to the other room. I was repeating a couple of words like a tape recorder- save him- save him, and they all were consoling me.

(to be continued..................)

Original Poems in Maithili by Kalikant Jha "Buch" Translated into English by Jyoti Jha Chaudhary

2011-01-03T04:15:00.000-08:00

Original Poems in Maithili by Kalikant Jha "Buch" Translated into English by Jyoti Jha Chaudhary

Kalikant Jha "Buch" 1934-2009, Birth  place- village Karian, District- Samastipur (Karian is birth place of  famous Indian Nyaiyyayik philosopher Udayanacharya), Father Late Pt.  Rajkishor Jha was first headmaster of village middle school. Mother Late  Kala Devi was housewife. After completing Intermediate education  started job block office of Govt. of Bihar.published in Mithila Mihir,  Mati-pani, Bhakha, and Maithili Akademi magazine.

Jyoti Jha Chaudhary, Date of Birth:  December 30 1978,Place of Birth- Belhvar (Madhubani District),  Education: Swami Vivekananda Middle School, Tisco Sakchi Girls High  School, Mrs KMPM Inter College, IGNOU, ICWAI (COST ACCOUNTANCY);  Residence- LONDON, UK; Father- Sh. Shubhankar Jha, Jamshedpur; Mother-  Smt. Sudha Jha- Shivipatti. Jyoti received editor's choice award from  www.poetry.comand her poems were featured in front page of  www.poetrysoup.com for some period.She learnt Mithila Painting under Ms.  Shveta Jha, Basera Institute, Jamshedpur and Fine Arts from Toolika,  Sakchi, Jamshedpur (India). Her Mithila Paintings have been displayed by  Ealing Art Group at Ealing Broadway, London."ARCHIS"- COLLECTION OF MAITHILI HAIKUS AND POEMS.


   The Dream Girl
  Dream girl, you are my life partner
  Come in dream as usual for a moment
  I have enjoyed up to my imagination
  Now I am abstracted by my mind
  I am a human and you are a divine angel
  Come in dream as usual for a moment
  One the only flaming spring 
  Now turned into anguish cloud of Asharh
  The dried spined branches of rose
  Come in dream as usual for a moment
  You immortalized me by showering the nectar of your beauty
  Why have you given the venom of separation there after
  The life at home is linked to death
  Come in dream as usual for a moment
  Your repeated arrival again
  Is welcomed cordially
  The two eyes are cups of tea and heart is the saucer
   Come in dream as usual for a moment.


The Young Sister-In-Law

The sister-in-law got new salwar brother is in his old dress
Husband stays at home wife got job in Ranchi

In the morning, the crows caw in the courtyard
Brother is laying peace less
Found his wife in dreams
Revising his past in love
The thirsty eyes are closed with eyelashes stuck with dried tears
Husband stays at home wife got job in Ranchi

Safeguarding the courtyard
Cooking was tough for him
Whenever his right side quivered 
His heart started beating faster
Sometimes he expressed his agony by singing
Husband stays at home wife got job in Ranchi

He couldn’t learn rolling chapattis
So happy in cooking dalpitthi
Death is sure because of such life
This is my last letter
The life is stuck in desire of meeting being hung in separation
Husband stays at home wife got job in Ranchi

Sister-in-law reached home in the evening
With toned body and tied hair
By virtue of brother’s good luck
This summer vacation will be cool
The wife is pleasing the upset husband with scented cloves and cardamom
Husband stays at home wife got job in Ranchi



Kanyadaan

Now you will be alone dear daughter 
The tears will flow
The lips will be sunk
After sacrificing the smile

You are born and grown up like a son
The mom was more delighted to have a daughter
You are pampered by uncle and aunt
You attracted everyone’s love by your virtue
You’re granddad’s attention and life of grandmother
Life line of your father oh dear daughter 

The dark nights vanished as soon as you were born
I hugged the scattered bright night
I am lotus of this house you are moonlit of others
Tell me when will come your kahars
Today’s full moon will become moon of dwitiya tomorrow 

Accept the blessings and complete your shringaar
Be the garland of his enchanted heart
Ashutosh, Mrityunjay and Shankar is my son-in-law
I understood you are not a daughter but an incarnation of Gauri
I am handing over you finally
I realised today
You have become a daughter!


    The Separated Radha
   
  Shyam, It’s bad to have love for other,
  So forget me, forget me, oh dear!
   
  If you save the beauty in your heart considering diya 
  Enlighten it with the thread of affection and oil of love
  Your life will be burned to vanish
  So forget me, forget me, oh dear!
   
  I am the first star of the evening in the Madhuban
  You establish your palace in Dwarika forever 
  Inexplicable rumours are spread all over
  So forget me, forget me, oh dear!
   
  I am an exceptional mate for purely raas
  A beloved Gopika of the cogent secrecy  
  Lost my interest for the bank of the river easily
  So forget me, forget me, oh dear!
   
  Dive into your mind and fill up some sea water
  Keep the sympathy in the palace of ice
  I will be there as a heat sensed inside 
  So forget me, forget me, oh dear!
   _____________________________________________
   
    Tedium
   
  The world is temporary and filled with the mounts of sorrows
  The spring of tears is overflowing with roar
   
  How can I save others
  I am sinking myself
  How will I please others
  I am dripping as a coral jasmine (flower)
  In the clutter of the God the ocean of this world is contaminated
  The spring of tears is overflowing with roar
   
  I am shivering like a deer 
  Hiding my body with limited cloth (jhankhur)
  Watching the ultimate destiny of this world
  I am measuring today’s life
  How will I cross my life whereas enemies are at each step
  The spring of tears is overflowing with roar
  In the insensitive world of separation 
  The hard heart of day is burnt
  The night is dressed as a saint
  The fire is set under veil 
   Where are the kahar carrying the body of the lifetime separation to
   The spring of tears is overflowing with roar
   (special    note: this poem is written by the poet in 1990 when poet’s  beloved wife    passed away expressing grief of separation)   

Oh Aunt!

Oh Aunt, dear aunt, you did a wonder dear aunt;

My uncle is simple and dumb

Having slighte body like dried pickles

He made himself so social

But these are still so unbearables

You turned the signal red even for the broken engine.

You gave names to the seven generations

You abused the other world of dead ancestors too

You have covered your face today

While waiting in female voter queue

You beguiled to be shy for telling your husband’s name

Whenever you sneered showing your teeth with anger

Uncle use to fell being senseless then

Heaven was far away, he couldn’t even get the hell

He as wandering like a dead body bearing pain

The shroud of uncle was torn into handkerchiefs   by you

The death of uncle in Asaam

Was rumoured in the village

You first ate leftover rice

Hiding inside the food storage

By wiping the sindoor out  you obliged uncle to you.

The Change Of Era

The bird of mind starts flying inside the egg

Gonu is speechless, Maunu (dumb) speaks

Boys staying at home, girls working outside

Oh dear, oh brother, what a ridiculous thing happening

The bride is insipid and faded

Mother in law is like juicy red mango

The son is sitting idle at the village

The father is struggling in Khagaria

I feel shame, but I have to say, I have to bear unbearable

The young just having mustache are quarters of sher (lighter)

People having grey hair are full sher (heavier)

Oh dear, oh brother, what a ridiculous thing happening

One who has only one dhoti to wear

That man says

The current leaders wear

Underpants under the Khadis

The swagger exists even on one foot

Both riding on one rickshaw

Going to watch movie having silver coins

Oh dear, oh brother, what a ridiculous thing happening

All actors and dramatist are silent

The audiences dance a lot

Ph. D. Holders are hearing quietly

Fools are doing thesis

The kids of Dom’s( lower caste) house wearing kanthi

Panditji is going to Pasikhana

Old woman takes Magh bath and youngs have cold in Jeth

Oh dear, oh brother, what a ridiculous thing happening

The husband-wife are paua paasi

Got only bed bugs in return

Or by virtue of God’s grace

Got tens-twenties of  Khar-Dushan

Some troubling mother

Some troubling father

The things are dumped like it’s done in Sakri station

Oh dear, oh brother, what a ridiculous thing happening.

  Result Of Dowry

 Is the money of dowry going to last long!

 Varnish your status for now

 You also have four girls

 You will learn lesson somehow

 Your son and wife wouldn’t help you

 Angry daughter-in-laws would take revenge

 You would have to drink tea with chilli

 Varnish your status for now

 You also have four girls

 You will learn lesson somehow

 When you would be unable to get up from bed

 Your grand sons would scold you actively

 They would give you soil in place of Lai

 Varnish your status for now

 You also have four girls

 You will learn lesson somehow

 You would be offered pebbles being considered as an orphan dog

  You would not be given even oil at bottom and salt at top

 Oh brother, you would be begging till you die

 Varnish your status for now

 You also have four girls

 You will learn lesson somehow

 Your sons are sold, who will give you pind

 And if they would do that, you would not get that

 You would be wandering as a bad spirit

 Varnish your status for now

 You also have four girls

 You will learn lesson somehow

 Only your youngest son is left, wake up now

 You will loose your both worlds otherwise

 Have loving relation with son’s in-laws

 Varnish your status for now

 You also have four girls

  You will learn lesson somehow

Prayer To The Goddess Of Power

**1**

I wandered enough to all Gods

In my many incarnations

Being disappointed I came at last

To your protection

The God Vishnu resting in your arms

Brahma crying for your grace  

And without your power

Shiv considers him lifeless

What to say about other Gods

All are bothering depletion

I wandered enough to all Gods

In my many incarnations

Being disappointed I came at last

To your protection

**2**

In devastation you make asleep

Gods along with the other lives

Oh Tamasa Devi! From you only

Gods and devils get energize 

Rich in illusions and affections

The place is filled with fascination
I wandered enough to all Gods

In my many incarnations

Being disappointed I came at last

To your protection

Vacillation

The flow of the world is torrent

How will I cross on foot, dear friend?

Loaded with all responsibilities

How will I hold the oar, dear friend?

I am a queen of beauty

But a beggar on the path

Adorned with reduction

How will I confess this, dear friend?

When I will be pushed to

The boat of a good spirit

My obligations are adamant

How will I deny, dear friend?

The youth starts judging

The fights of the life

The issue is so tender

How will I wrangle, dear friend?

Where I fell further down

Is really too low

It is deep dark here

How will I stand, dear friend?

Prayer To The Goddess Saraswati
**1**
With divine smile in lips, having ultimate intellect, riding swan;
Wearing radiant white dress, give me purity; Oh supreme Goddess of all! Give me wisdom.
**2**
The lotus with hundred petals enclosing faith,
In the pond of this world spreading smell of reverence,
Hands holding charming sfatik garland,
Oh inherent saint! Make my soul pure.
Oh supreme Goddess of all! Give me wisdom.
**3**
Sitting on the swan of imagination,
Foot rested on muddy dynasty of beauty,
Sailing in sky, singing the divine lyrics,
Remove my vocal inertia.
Oh supreme Goddess of all! Give me wisdom.
**4**
Shower holy water of knowledge from your pot,
Wipe us with your anchal of affection,
Guide us to get nectar of your blessings,
Please get off the anger of ages,
Oh supreme Goddess of all! Give me wisdom.

The Preamble
Don’t ask to know the rope about me
Our binding was only for a few nights 
Will go away as soon as sun rises
The meeting is for a couple of moments
Don’t desire for journey together always
The other side is filled with mirth and cheer
This side is filled with fear
The sadness of helplessness
The only day is today to live
I will go to my husband’s place
Being bound to my duties
Darkness appeared in front of eyes
Ears have became deaf
Please return like an intruder
I am accompanied by seven kahars (men)
My heart wishes to see him
But eyes are filled with tears
My throat is dried like summer’s sky
The lips are like burning ground
Your vision has heat but
My eyes are wet here
The arms of demon of lust 
Have forwarded to embrace
The purity will breathe last
The chaste love will be destroyed
A rift will appear in the middle
We will stand at the opposite ends.
Disappointment

The gleams of moon is weakened

How red the sky is turned

The day is declared in usual pattern

The smile filled with shine of pearl

The face replicating illusion of charm

The beauty mark of a mole in the cheek

Proved nothing more than dark shelter of snake

The venomous arrow of sharp vision

Flowed over in tears

Drenched heart with disappointment

I thought it was life giving nectar

But it was merely water

Bursting out from the broken pot

Watching the burnt destroyed indestructible

Hope diminished with it all

The falling failing wishes like Sputnik

Why to surprise needlessly luna?

Whom should I trust oh dear pretty lady

The boon of Kalp became spine of babool

The aquatic coral became a dry date tree

The shed of old roof

Doesn’t exist any more.

  Munna Kakka Is Going To In-laws 
  
Attiring the dhoti, very carefully he got dressed 
Unlcle Munna is going to in-laws being prepared
First he steeped into the pond on the way
Then slipped while trying to climb the quay
His forehead was covered with black clay
Finally he came out sweeping out his dress
Cleaning himself in a small ditch
Uncle Munna is going to in-laws being prepared
Munna! Why are you so perturbed?
Are you the only one having in-laws
Has  the priest announced 
By researching all around
When the day will pass at two past ten
Uncle Munna is going to in-laws being prepared
He is forwarding step by step unmitigatedly 
Like dry storm of heated summer
Vision is uninterrupted by the things on the way
The growing darkness of evening seems a curse
Moving the steps forward with all his effort
Uncle Munna is going to in-laws being prepared
Covering her face, mother-in-law said 
"He really favours me a lot always
He brings hot rasogulla 
For me, every now and then”
“This is all gulgulla today” , uncle said with a smile.
Uncle Munna is going to in-laws being prepared

  Dying For The Feast
Dear uncle, you’re great  !
Dying for the feast
Your stomach is a  PORVARI of Dhaka (Bangladesh)
Teeth is like the dam of  Farakka
A pile of food you do   eat
Tummy is puffed with  fried treats
Aunt vilifies you as a  sick one
Granny hurts herself in  dudgeon
The tight fitting vest  does detonate
Dear uncle, you’re great  !
Want to eat  up all  solus
Always loaded in excess 
As soon as you hear of  cooking
You create clutter for  eating
You make me tired while  eating boiled potato sweet
Dear uncle, you’re great  !
While chewing dry  chapatti
Your lips works like  Sakari factory
Two kilos of flour is  cooked for you
A big bowl of curry of  aubergine too
After finishing all, by  opening mouth, asking for more yet
Dear uncle, you’re great  !
This ghost is to be  called uncle
Found in cemetery, he is  that sparkle
Keeps his mouth open  showing teeth
Face looks like filled  up vessel indeed
 Buch falls by laughing loud as soon as he hears it
Dear uncle, you’re great  !
An order was placed by  the aunt
Tying kilos of food in  front
Uncle started to  Jajimanika as she said
The towel was the only  luggage 
The long lasting day of  the hot weather of Jeth
  Dear uncle, you’re great !

Our Mithila
Knowledge, thoughts and devotion filled in profuse in our Mithila
An ascetic life within the wordly enjoyment in our exquisite Mithila 

She had got such a son
Who became father of Tribhuvan
Angamedini, Apara, Maya
Embraced being daughter here
Those wonderful miracles took place in Mithila
An ascetic life within the wordly enjoyment in our exquisite Mithila 

The Shukradeva also accepted her glory
Called Janak his ultimate master
The  passionate  is not having charm of flesh
The hermit is crying for self-indulgence
What about the earth, the sky is in reach of Mithila
An ascetic life within the wordly enjoyment in our exquisite Mithila 

The one who dominates life everywhere
Known as Maya, the origin of power
She became Tirhutani at her will
Turned to be a good spirit by covering in soil 
And she had been embellished in details in Mithila
An ascetic life within the wordly enjoyment in our exquisite Mithila 

In this land the great masters are born 
Like Gautam, Kapil, Kanadi, Ayaachi and Udayan
Enriched with the power of deeds
The scholars are defeated indeed
The biggest flow of justice and philosophy is our Mithila
An ascetic life within the wordly enjoyment in our exquisite Mithila 

The Hindu Scriptures are what we narrate
The poem is what we descant
Such a lovely place where Maithils rest
The sweet offerings of mithila are the best
The garland of Kavikokila Vidyapati is our Mithila
An ascetic life within the wordly enjoyment in our exquisite Mithila 

Even though we are poor now
We had eaten the makhan anyhow
The granddad soaked the amot sweet
And I ate the basmati chuda mixed with it
The gift of big bamboo palate of chuda and dahi is our Mithila
An ascetic life within the wordly enjoyment in our exquisite Mithila 

The  Gangodidi makes the tea
The daughter Kamla prepares the beetel
The sister Koshi beats the rice paddy
The Baghmati makes the grains ready
The Laxmi of the house touches the entrance of our Mithila
An ascetic life within the wordly enjoyment in our exquisite Mithila 

Separation In The Season Of Spring

The old orchid tree laughed with new leaves
The aged Mahua is also filled with nectars

The magic of the Malay wind worked
The barren mango trees are also in florescence 
The ages old pipal(plaksa) tree of the square 
Is filled with the new leaves all over
The melody of cuckoo is pampering the nature
The aged Mahua is also filled with nectars

The Jasmine is hugging the Oleander (kanail)
The pot of juices underlying in the wood-apple 
Arrangin  the newly organised look 
Abuses the cold wind from west
The bride of banana is removing veil of hers
The aged Mahua is also filled with nectars

Blossoms have taken place on each spear
The Malati (mogra) has been making mind
 The Jasmine is filled with fragrance 
The  Champa (Plumeria) went to in-laws’ place being angry
Even the widow simmer is filled with ruby flowers
The aged Mahua is also filled with nectars

What much can I say about my well-being
 I dreamed about my man in foreign
An overflowing chalice for a long-lasting thrust
The starvation had been washed up
The parched edge was soaked with the flow of extracts
The aged Mahua is also filled with nectars

I was awake in rest of the night
It wasn’t his fault, I was the unfortunate
The ocean of relish was overflowing 
But I was dying for a drop
The moon is accompanying the sky, the earth remains dark 
The aged Mahua is also filled with nectars

A Poor Man’s Child

Look my dear child, that crow sings
Listen to the crow, it is telling you something

You are sleeping here in the middle of the corridor 
And the crow is roaming on the eastern wall
The sound of flute played by the eastern wind 
Listen to the crow, it is telling you something

For you, there is no biscuit or chocolate
The salt and chapatti cannot fill your stomach 
The melody of the voice that conversation brings
Listen to the crow, it is telling you something

Your father has become the foreigner 
It had been long, he hadn’t sent a letter
It awakes your mother’s suffering 
Listen to the crow, it is telling you something

What is poverty, how can you understand 
There is no happiness even in the dream for a workman
It sets a fire that leading people to settle in the city
Listen to the crow, it is telling you something

Biniya is making you rest on her lap
Oh baby’s sleep! Come very fast
For me, your hunger is very humiliating
Listen to the crow, it is telling you something

Dedicated To Wife

I will do anything for sake of your pleasure
I will live without life and suppress my soul forever 

I will migrate to your house
Buying furrow from the Kamarsari (a place)
Getting a part of your father’s land 
I will grow money with crops
You will see how I will fill your house with treasure
I will do anything for sake of your pleasure
I will live without life and suppress my soul forever

A cow will be bough with bank loan
And that will be fed enough food 
I will milk the cow in the morning  
And will make tea for you
You will sip that lying on the bed and I will fill the saucer
I will do anything for sake of your pleasure
I will live without life and suppress my soul forever

I will go to Darbhanga very soon
And will bring many colourful dresses for you
If you will not be cured even after that
Then it will lead me to the east
I will run to the Alipur jail without ticket
I will do anything for sake of your pleasure
I will live without life and suppress my soul forever.

Oh Ghurana!

I am telling you the truth, you hear, dear Ghurana
I am the Vidyapati and you are the Ugana

I showered you with water a lot
But you are still thirsty
I fed you juices a lot
But you are still grumpy
How can this change, you will remain the same
I am the Vidyapati and you are the Ugana

After walking here and there today
I am tired now
Bring down the chowki
I am coming now
Press my body, apply the double force
I am the Vidyapati and you are the Ugana

The mistress had chased you out
Unreasonably
I am also sad about
She abused you
The crow of the courtyard, wants to be pet
I am the Vidyapati and you are the Ugana

Buch had also seen 
Your attitude yesterday
You showed your anger
At me too
Look into mirror your big cheek 
I am the Vidyapati and you are the Ugana

One Upon The Other

Who is inferior among each other
All have high show off style  
The short one holds the teek
The new comer grabs the neck

Son engaged in one sirsasan
Father knows eighty two aasan
Daughter-in-law having handful food
Mother-in-law gets an empty pan
The simplest one creates the tune
And lame is dancing on that rhythm

Getting madua flour for one rupee
I balance my pocket money
Wheat is prasaad, oil is holywater,
The dealer is worshipped like a God
Let bygones of previous year be bygones
The reality is about the current year

The general public is loosing life
Leader claims improved quality of life
After serving food again and again 
The cook puts himself on the stove
Fools can accept it as development
But this is a shine of fever

Workers are costly, masters are cheap
Forbidding the meal, snacking jalebi
The front of the house is being cemented
The back side is scattered all over
With the strutting of the mistress 
The maids start dancing too

The grandson holds the juicy sinuriya
The granddad wants juice of mango
He misses the sweet kheer of kohwar
He will get pind of kheer in funeral
On his cemetery inviting ants
 The old women have long locks
The young women cut their hair.

Today’s Girl

I am a girl of today
More curious in all ways

You look for the opportunities I am going abroad
You keep stove, pots and this house
Do evening prayer by yourself and enlighten the diya
Roof of your barn is dry and I am ignited match stick

The sindoordan became worthless, the kohbar is bare
The door of cage is broken, birds flied away
I am eating the earning of my wings on the tree

You will be called dear or dearer, the dearest is the money
I got the divine knowledge now that money is the paramount
That is why I am alone fulfilled in myself

Kavi Kokil Vidyapati
  
Because of whom our native language got a life
  
That world-renowned nightingale poet’s name is Vidyapati
  
A new hope in the Mithilanchal
  
Our language is spread in each house
  
Kind emotions and colourful thoughts
  
Stability in mind and woman in the vision
  
Created the God Shiva under the veil
  
That world-renowned nightingale poet’s name is Vidyapati
  
The shade of yoga in the bed of enjoyment
  
The illusion of personality is immeasurable
  
The triveni is immerged in the belly 
  
The shrine resides with the beauty
  
The sun of creation shined in the kaalratri of rituals 
  
That world-renowned nightingale poet’s name is Vidyapati
  
Face is like spring, bhado (rainy season) in eyes
  
The flow is pure, bank is muddy
  
Like leaves of lotus in the water
  
Like flow of nectar in the desert
  
Singing the song for Radha but keeping Madhav in the mind
  
That world-renowned nightingale poet’s name is Vidyapati
  
Vidyapati nagaram is blessed
  
With Visfisut, Truth, Shiva and Virtue
  
Remnant after being burnt out
  
Mahesh is immortal after death
  
The entrance is adorned with gold but inside is crematorium
  
That world-renowned nightingale poet’s name is Vidyapati
  
    Conversation Between  Ram And  Kewat
  
  We have been waiting on the bank of the river for a long time
  
  Please drop us to the other side
  
  Accompanied with the new family
  
  The Ganges River is flowing vigorously 
  
  Kewat, hold your oars carefully
  
  Please drop us to the other side 
  
  I recognised you my lord
  
  You are the prince of Avadh
  
  I have heard about the effect of your feet a lot
  
  I won’t drop you to the other side
  
  You still have soil in your feet
  
  My boat will vanish when you will touch it
  
  You tell me what my family will eat 
  
  I won’t drop you to the other side
  
  First let your feet be cleaned
  
  Then go to the boat and sit
  
  If you want to cross the river before the day ends
  
  Please drop us to the other side
  
  Hearing the ado so lovable
  
  The God found it adorable 
  
  Smile spread on face and heart filled with coddle
  
  Please drop us to the other side
  
  Happiness was overwhelming, heart was glad,
  
  The lotus like feet of the God was washed by the lad
  
  After drinking that water he got the destiny
  
   Raghuwar crossed the river finally

NEVER SET -DR. SHEFALIKA VERMA translated by self from maithili

2010-11-27T01:20:00.001-08:00

NEVER SET

DR. SHEFALIKA VERMA

O, Ziradai Divine !
A Son of your soil
Bestowed on you
The Status of shrine !!

How can one forget
"The Rajendra Prasad
Who has never stood second."
How do we forget
The Sacrifice,
The Simpicity
Which is lost at present ?

Ah, the deplorable trend
Most prevalent today
We all hanker for riches
Whole day, every day !
Rare is the principle of Rajendra
"Simple living,
High Thinking'
Nurtured at Ziradai.

With a devout heart and a polite bow
Recalling the sevices of Rajendra Babu
Adorns our hearts with pride and glow !
Friends, wipe your tears,
Sweep aside your fears
For the day shall come
Today or Tommorrow
When the sacrifices he tendered
Will herald a dawn of blissful glory
Followed by the sun of Rajendra's splendour
Which shall not set,
NEVER SET !

translated by self from maithili

On the Dice-board of the Millennium- Gajendra Thakur

2010-11-07T04:37:00.001-08:00

Maithili Anthology of Poems “Shahasrabdik Chaupar Par” by Gajendra Thakur translated into English by Jyoti Jha Chaudhary

1.The Trumpet Player Of A Musical Band’s Accompaniments

Observing the note of a trumpet

Among the crowd of a band

Perceiving the scene of emptiness

Painted on the canvas of nature

Picture of a roaring ocean

Words of characters painted in a dark cave

No one can see the picture in this darkness

At least people can hear voice of my aspiration

Sailing yacht in the sea crossing the waves

Short of time to hear the sound they make

Viewing the musical notes of fluctuating waves

The lilting sea waves are countless

The indefinite sky doesn’t have any end

The oceans, by joining each other

Misapprehend to be endless

On the rotating round earth

An illusion of a gigantic whirl

But man triumphed over

The boundary of sea too

Measured its circumference

Is the illusion of sky limited?

Is there any end to this too?

Accept it endless unless proved

In viewing words

Hearing pictures

Crossing seas

Counting time-period-countries

Left viewing the

Pictures of the dark cave

Left listening to

Roar of the seas

Can see the voice and hear the picture

A strange sage

Joining the crowd of orchestra

Turned into a trumpet player

Of a musical band’s accompaniments

Note – In the street bands in Rajasthan, many musicians do play trumpet in order but at the same time many of them just pretend to play by bringing the trumpet to the mouth. These unskilled members of a band are instructed not to blow the trumpet in any case. Such musicians are addressed as band’s accompaniments.

2.The Invisible Fence Of The Colours Of My Heart

The invisible fence of the colours of my heart

The collapsing walls of emotions

Pillars of rigidity standing firm

The granary of archived desires is full

Symbolising

The Himalayan wooden temple at home

Or the Tulasi tree at the passage

Only depicts good virtues

The borders of wells and high bank of ponds

The blue walls of the swimming pool

Making colour of water azure

The invisible fence of the colours of heart

Crumbling

The pillar of the rigidity stands

Flowing

3.Mandakini Living In The Heaven Came To The Earth Now
Badrivishal and Kedarnath
Meeting of Alaknanda and Mandakini
Two of the thundering streams meet
Who is living in the cloudy house?
The cloud that left
Did not return yet
But along the way
The cold wind came with earth quake
Animals trapped and fell down
Whose is this snow capped house?
Heart is shaken to see the stream
No ends of the mountain range
The slope is so steep and brook is at the ground
Edges fenced with two mountains
This is your beauty! Oh Alaknanda!
Mandakini who lives in the heaven
Is seen on the earth
The thundering bubbly torrent
The new vision I am gifted with today
Showed me the world filled with cold wind.

4.The Concrete Pillar Of The Pond

The heated bank of the pond in the hot day
The trees, plants bushes all the way
look so faded like sprinkled with warm water
Every pond has a wooden pillar in its centre
The green deposits depicting its old age
The other part of the village
Has only that ditch, ponds are none
Without any pillar as no rituals done
He died who was the owner and non-consecrated single
Before the sacred ceremony of establishing pillar, people mumble
He desired to get a pond when became rich
How can fame come through merely a ditch?
Look at our pond’s solid pillar
Concrete pillars become strong when they remain in water
It’s not a wooden one
Whose Life remains short

5.Estranged Sleep

Sweating in the melting day of summer
Dreaming comet appearing like a demon
Rushing to beloved crushing her neck
Lover holds the locks of the comet
Dropping into the pond
Binding the feet with locks
A hairy submarine of the pond in the hot summer day
The saint of comet came out
Taking stake of own life for sake of his beloved
The lover awakes being melted by sun, wet with sweats
The desire of deep sleep is lost
Ignoring the watching countrymen
Awake in the noon of mantras and tantras
Very uncertain dream
Becomes the fastest runner
The most active wrestler of the group
The voice of scolding master awakes him from solitude
Black painted night’s sleep
Breaking-coming-breaking
Combination of sleep and dream
Solving nation’s problem becoming a leader
Receives many clapping, leadership is appreciated
Solving the problems of religion-caste-militants
Facing the fatal attacks and winning
Awakens from sleeps but sleeps lack
Loosing the satisfaction of deep sleep
My friends poisoned my sleep gradually
And I got estranged sleep.

6.A Trial To Follow The Movements Of The Fishing Rod

The diving along the fishing rod was tried

With wings of reels of aspiration

The support by tackle to succeed

A pin drop silence of indefinite wait

The bottom of the still water so bleak

The insects passing bring movements

A light of faith and hope in creek

Stands holding the fishing rod to catch in the path

From an end of superstitions towards the science indeed

Hook attached with the food of knowledge

The waiting ended and a divine peace

The turtle are not present

Couldn’t see the hurdles He had made

The two forms of baby life

Could hold the rod only when fish increased

The reels of desire and tackle of success

The food of knowledge

In the middle of endless sky

The mechanics of life proceed

The peaceful speechless human

The waves of feelings touched

Filled his heart with sensitive feelings

Used to lack emotions always

7.The Fire Age Of Emigration To City
The rushing group of milkmen

A chase to cross the river of Kamala

Swimming against the flow

The burp like sound of castle

Groups returning to the village

The peaceless home filled with quarrels

The life among the shit of castle

Faced towards the towns

Land of hatred dislikes pollution and diseases

Many friends died of aids

Retreating the village life

Among the fascination of the city

First came the age of emigration

Now lonely families suffering separations

What pleasure did the houses get?

Many villages are contaminated by the idea of emigration

God knows what the reason is

People will laugh at me if one sells groceries at village

But who sees what you do in the city

And facing the discrimination here too

Looking for a single people of my village

Friends are also showing proud

Generations are dieing of such ideology

The regional violence

Is this going to be fate of whole India?

Then why to leave my place out of fear

Whose conspiracy is this?

Why couldn’t find the root

Couldn’t get doctor when needed

Who will help in flood and drought?

My home is where I live now

I have sensitivity

For the next generation

I will have my courage with me always.

8.Abhinav Bhatkhande

The theft of the eternity of Bhatkhande

The conspiracy of the western music

Seizing the freedom of the Indian music

An abduction of Indian creativity

Because of lack of vision

The politics was fail

The freedom was theft

But the character of Bhatkhande

Set the Indian music free

Dear Ramrang! I read your new Geetanjali

I read that thoroughly

You are truely a new Bhatkhande

The precious treasure of India

You don’t need any name

Your asceticism of fifty year

The vocal definition of freedom

Oh devotee of Hanumaan

Your music was filled with melody of Ramayana

I recalled Tulasidas

His irrespective manner to women and shudra

Your music is victory of Ramayana

New version of freedom

Raag vaidehi, Bhairav raag

Teer Bhukti

Raag vidyapati came from Maithili

You created lyrics filled with words of maithili

In raag Bhupali and raag Bilawal

The fast and slow style of

Raag Vidyapati Kalyan

Your music gave a new recognition

To the Mithila Dhwaj Geet

A new experience

The flying flag denotes

Mental freedom

Standing up after falling down

Leaving the support

Oh Son of Sukhdev Jha

People of Khajura will be said

If we see them

To establish your statue in the village

It is hard to pay off what you did to your kins

The freedom movement should be continued

At the bank of the Ganges in Varanasi

The sage has practices his free style music

An age is ended with him

Whether you recall his name or not

But remember his free style

May be physically handicapped but

Set your mind free

Let your confidence come out with faith

Don’t let your mind over ruled.

(Classical Music theorist and vocalist Shri Ramashray Jha "Ramrang" expired on 1st January 2009, he was music composer of my "Mithilak Dhwaj Geet"- in his memory.)

9.The Sculptor

The sculptor of Balrajgarh
Belonging to the pond of Harari
The Buddhist caves of
Pastan Akaur and Naahar Bhagwatipur
The statue of Uchchaith,
Another form of Avalokiteshwar Tara
The goddess of Kali activated there
By hearing the melody of prayer sung by women
For thousands of years
The rise of Vaijayantipur-Janakpur
And the city of Mithilanagar
A land of defeating enemies
Where rivals were destroyed
The kingdom of general people
Land of the King Janak
The artworks of a lower caste
But who will appraise them now
Just worship their feet
Who kept on serving their motherland
With all dedication
After having such a bitter experience
Walked around Janakpur
Being a devotee of Kamala
A round tour of the great Mithila
Joined the group of untouchable
Established the gohbar for the community
Who sent them out of the village
But the sculptor of cuture
Made the cave of Buddha
Buddha is yours
Shiva, Ram, Krishan are yours
Since entry to temple was not banned
So didn’t quit the place
Bearing the discrimination of
Religion and caste
We must worship them
The sculpt of the statue of Buddha
Base of Brahma and Vishnu’s statues
When the construction collapsed
We all united to give them exile
Then prayer started to
The Deen Bhadari Chhechhan Maharaj
The Gareeban baba and the Lalmain baba
Amar baba, Moti bai, Gango devi
Krishana Ram Sahlesan and more
Made statues of them
The are respectful !

10.In the depth of my heart
Forgotten in mirth
Keeping all sorrow apart
Also my ambitions alongside
The sign of possibility inspires
The confidence enhanced by working
The fulfilment of wishes creates desires
When my eye lids meet
My worries vanishes
Just like the waves of a sea
Cleans the beaches
All anxiety are swiped away
From the beach of my heart
Diving into the deep sleep
I will talk to the love
The possibility of this only
Brings so much lights of positivity
But on the contrary...............................

11.The Sun And The Moon Witness

Announcement of Aryabhatta

In Patliputra

If it is other subjects in question

Many debates occur for and against

But the theory of science

Approved by the sun and the moon

The dream of Chandrayan made true

By leelawati

After learning the method of

Calculating distance between planets

The effort was fruitful today

The meaning of brahmashtra and pashupatashtra

Were known today.

12.Shelter In The Rainy Days

Janak, Yagyavalkya, Vidath, Mathav

Malla, Jagatprakash-Jagatjyotir,

Mangan Khabas, Ramrang, Yatri, Harimohan,

Sundar Jha, picture of Shastriji in jail

Having tied his feet with chain

Seerdhwaj, Vedvati, Maithili, Maitreyi

Jaymangala, Asur, Alauli, Keechak, Varijan,
Benu, All of Naulagarh

And Garhs of Balirajpur

The shelter of Buddha and Mahavir in rainydays

The field of artistry of farmers

Mongooses, hedgehogs, and Nilgais (antelopes)

Used to roam in this land

All bewitched to be vanished

The land provided livelihood for thousands of years

Now turned to a land of evacuation

What prompted people in the last fifty years

That was not known in past thousands of years

The Bhatkhande says about Raagtarangini of Lochan

Bhatkhande is mentioned in Ramrang

How can the logics of Gangesh Vachaspati

Became illogical

Sacrifice of master’s lesson by Yagyavalka

The reform of Shukla Yajurveda

But caste influenced knowledge later on

Expected exoneration from the history

Then why is it delayed

Creation of a new history .

13.Leaning towards the truth with own knowledge

Father had faith in avoiding lie
Everyone should prosper with honesty
The desire of sacrificing life for the country
Cannot see people
Following him
They don’t understand value of truth and sense of prosperity
Independence and nation
Weightless against selfishness
Then what to change? Gist of my education!
Change the way to the same destiny
Accept the way of toughness
But shouting is in vain
Just keep on rendering your job
Let them know who can understand
Let them know and misjudge
Let them judge us powerful
They will be defeated
Before they will know the real truth
When I saw truth of my father decaying
With eyes of my knowledge
Then only I realised I cannot
Give up the way of toughness

14.The story is outdated

The bomb blast in Sarojini Nagar market
The hidden bomb in the dust bin
Men cars and things thrown in the sky
The fresh red blood flowing
Days past the incident became old
The blood is dried to black
And here the breaking news-
The Delhi city is back to normal track
Delhi is a city of courageous people!
But the people who lost their earning hand
How would they recover?
Not in one or two days
But for life long
Will their lives will ever come back to the normal track!

15.Dear Satanand Purhit

Dear Satanand Purhit
The day of Agahan Shukla Vivah Panchami
The best day for marriage
Satanand Purhit
Ram and Sita got married on that day
Aunty from Kharadak also
Got married on the vivah panchami
The preist was also someone very famous
How much the goddess Sita had suffered !
The marba was painted with Mithila painting
Parichan, Naina-jogin all rituals were performed
Just like the marriage of the goddess Sita
The marriage of the aunty was bal-vivah
The day was also very auspicious
Naina jogin and song of jog
Nothing could save her from widowhood
She was widowed
My friend tells me
When he takes his sister-in-law
To the Danapur Cant for pension
He cries at heart
By seeing his widow sister-in-law
He favoured the system of
Re-marriage of widow
In front of his father
Got reply with full anger
The ancestor of the famous family
Of Babusaheb from Neura’s Rajputs
How could he dare!
But he knows that
His father is also not happy
But bound to bear the system of society
He didn’t have any other option
Dear Shatanand Purhit
Please explain me
The speciality of that auspicious day.

16.The Knowledge Born In Kusumpur

In the age of the spaceship to moon
I recall the allegation of Aryabhatt
We elucidated our knowledge in this Kusumpur
Measured diameters of the earth, the sun and the moon
The earth is not static
This is moving
The stars are illusions that are still
The eclipse is not galloping of Rahu rather merely a shade
Well, congratulations for the spaceship to the moon
To the scientists of ISRO and Madhawan Nair
Thou came fifteen hundreds years after the Aryabhatt
Not too late for those countrymen
Who couldn’t count the start even after reading Leelawati
If not in Kusumpur then in Harikota
The theory couldn’t be credited to Kusumpur
At least send congratulations from Kusumpur
Now we won’t put water in plate to touch the moon
Thou the knowledge were initiated by Aryabhatt in the Kusumpur
At least send wishes from the Kusumpur

17.A Dozen Of Haikus
(in 5-7-5 and 3-5- 3 syllable scheme)
a) Affect of season,
Trees are covered with flowers
The leaves are hidden

b) Nests of the red ants,
Shells rubbed to hollow centre
Chopped baby jack fruits

c) Cuckoos songs
Not eaten by fox
Monsters’ crowd

d) The mid day
In the ghostly groves
Holding breath

e) Juicy fruits
Orchard of Mangoes
Safeguarding

f) All are heaped to ripe
The high piles of husks for heat
Except matured ones

g) Plucked with the stick
Buried after worshipping
The grandfather’s grave

h) The game of titi
Playing Satghariya
With seeds of Asoka

i) Kansupti
Ball made up of mud
Juidshital (Festival)

j) The big feast
Fishing in the pond
Roasting corns

k) The mashed Kabai fish
Earth-warms burrowing the soil
The wood pecker bird

l) The meat of hedgehog
Spines are also used in
Various rituals

18.The Directors

The theory of Economics makes a company survive
And a survival (human) depressed
Relish of the hatred and relishing the hatred
The world of prostitution
Is not limited to the dancers’ house
Has entered into
The politics, the economy and
The tourism industry!
Amrapali drives the vehicles wearing glasses
The character of Mrichchakatik is in the hotel business
The scholar of the new caste system-
Aamrapali became Shakuntala in the new degrading society
Conversation ended, diversity raised
Hence the village-life is the same
Widows, depressed classes, poverty – all the same
The amber and red
Flashing lights at junctions
Rushing towards, cleaning window screens
Selling newspapers and magazines
The depressed class of the new caste system
The queue of children
The destitute eyes
A young beggar holding a baby in her arms
With broken legs
Forwarding with broken legs
But in the junction
The children begging in groups with attitude
Alms for blessing
If money is donated then fine
Maligning otherwise
In the field of other industries too
The black smoke from the coal furnace
Labourers turned to black ghosts
They are also in depressed class
Of the new caste system
The houses of the owners of the cottage industries
As luxurious as the king’s palace
Drunk and insane
But the government is determined
To support the small industries
Supporting the small industries or their directors?
Establish company with the federal loan
Wound up the company
He is the director not the owner
If the company occurs loss
Workers suffer
No harm to the directors
The company dies
The theory of Economics makes a company survive
And a survival (human) depressed
In the market of Delhi and Mumbai
In the fish market and the vegetable market
Cook in the hotel
Caste is ignored in son’s and daughter’s marriages
The widow marriage is acceptable
But when they visit native villages
By whitening the thoughts with blue of conservativeness
The scheduled caste of the new caste system
Resumes the old system of castes
The green grocers become jaybars (lower Brahmins)
And the black figures of industrial area
After applying soaps
Become the bhalmanush (the good Brahmins) of the village
The cooks of the hotels turn into soit (the best Brahmins)
The sardars turn into kayastha
And Paswanji chooses depressed caste
In the journey to return to cities
They will mix the old and the new caste systems
The trains witness the game of the castes
The dark circles of eyes of the victims of the system
The sting of white sari of a young widow
The Amrapali and the characters of Mrichchakatik-
Charudatta and Vasantsena
Relish of the hatred and relishing the hatred
The world of prostitution
Is not limited to the dancers’ house
Has entered into
The politics, the economy and
The tourism industry!

19.The Death Of Own Choice

Oh Bhishma! The story of your hard life is heard while eating Pan and Makhan
But couldn’t understand why you asked for the death of your own choice
The scary stories are limitless, the hunger, and the injustice;
Your soldiers fought between power and money in the boundary of wrestling
The Brahmins were the same, the education system remained unchanged
Then leaving the kingdom to one Yudhishthir
How you bereaved yourself from your life!
We have now five hundred and forty Yudhisthirs
Wearing Khadi and Silk dresses
The problems sustained, the border of wresling redetermined
The citizens choose death for their emotions and desires
All duties are bound to the Yudhisthir of republican system
Now I got you Yudhisthir, you are freed through the death of your choice.

20.From Bed No. 32 Ward No. 29

Hey Dear! What I saw today
In the Safdarjang hospital
Doctors so pride to patients
For their free treatments
Tax is levied on soap and oil
For everyone
For the complaint of dirty washroom
Nurses show prices of Apollo and say
Go to Apollo if
Washrooms are dirty
For taxes question
The Finance Ministry .

21.Delhi is far away

How to go to Delhi
To get admitted in the hospital’s ward
Train is late

I reached Delhi anyhow
But doctor is busy here
Delhi’s government doctors
Told to come today, tomorrow, next day
I am exhausted
Delhi is far away

Era changed, republic born
But train to Delhi is late
And doctors escaped
Delhi is still far away.

22.In the form of Surya Namaskaar

I pray the lord Sun!

The eye will recognise the redness,

Which, is also a colour of the rising and the setting sun

The eclipse is not the devouring by Rahu

The other myth of swallowing by the Hanuman

But for any eclipse Rahu is not important

The moon obscures the light of the sun by intervention

There are scientific reasons for these facts

Says the genius Kuldip

The scientific calculations are present all over

The fool priests made it impurity of time

Mixing Ganges into Godavari, talking about the pilgrims of Prayag

The lucky Kaushalya, got Ram as her son

The part of mantra enchanted after bath

Will it open the way of national integrity and progress

In the spiritual game of priests

The country left behind

At least now open your eyes to look forward

Give me the power! Oh lord of Sun!

I pray the Lord Sun!

Strengthening the back bone

The process of Surya-namaskaar is very effective

The destiny of suryavanis

And what about the Karna’s sacrifice

The society accepted the system of castism

But couldn’t accept the Rahu’s existence

I pray the Lord Sun!

The colours of seven horses depicting the seven colours of a rainbow

The pair of the charioteer Ajatshatru and the Mahashilakantak

The kingdom of Magadh had put good effort

To establish the unity like between Germany and Italy

Two centuries back

They had understood the mystery of seven horses of the sun

Leaving the theme accepting merely the meaning

The Bharatputra did a squalid work

Fill me with vigour

I pray you lord Sun!

I practiced the breathing and suddenly recalled the Kunti

Meeting with Sun was victorious

But the proof shell was taken by Indra

Eklavya was already failed by Dronacharya

Arjuna got victory, diminishing the competing talents by cheating

Are you still ready to endure?

I pray you Lord Sun!

The sun enters ashvin , again a fight awaited

The master Jupiter will bless everyone

Master is still supreme

Emphasising in appending, I am obliged

He will empower me by saving his supremacy

In the name of warmth of his gravity

I pray you the lord Sun!

From whose wholeness the Earth came out

The life line of the Earth

You made fun of the term gravity

Sometimes a tortoise

Else the cobra

And many more

The mystery became harder

The missing of son of Bharat

Keeping him in mind oh spherical body

I pray you the lord Sun!

The sunrays spread

Many mysteries vanished

The fog of darkness are weakened

But what a strange thing is this!

I saw the seven stars at night

Everything is gone in daylight

But not all the stars

The truth starts hiding like a game

Like a base of faith

Your appearance

Oh understated master!

I pray you the lord Sun!

In your shine

The ocean of sky is sunk

The theory of solar energy

Had not given any different hope

In the month of Megha

Your power diminishes

Then what’s the competence of a human

Learned the facts about the Universe

Many celestial bodies are beyond this star

The mightier clusters than the Sun

How can we bare their heat?

I pray you the lord Sun!

I recall my father’s words

Gayatri’s prayer is worthless without praying Savitri

Some combinations are good but

Some are bad on at the same time

After finishing jackfruit one ate betel leaves

The stomach ache made him thinking the reaction

Filled with fast motion

I pray you the lord Sun!

The Earth rotates from west to east

The Sun rotates from east to west

But tell me why north-east in summer

And south north-west in winter

Doesn’t it rotate on its axis?

The solar eclipse mentioned in Jaydrath’s story too

The effect of night in day time was called solar eclipse

The presence of Rahu Ketu was still missing

Repeating push ups again and again

Meditating with closed eyes

Concentrate and say

I pray you the lord Sun!

Understanding the language and analysing its fact

The grammatical confusion and among these

Following the process of Surya Namaskar

Please accept it oh lord Sun!

Oh merciful God destroy my sin

I complete my Surya Namskar

The deceptive concept of the science

In the discipline of yoga

I pray you the lord Sun!

23.Recalling The Flood Of 1987

The Kamala had been crossed by walking
Though the Balan river by boat
But what a disaster was that day
The water overflowing between boundaries
Would submerge all surrounding for sure
Startled with their treacherous characters
Mocking the new theory of Science

How could the nature levee the stream?
It was turned super arduous

Generating fear in heart
Had witnessed in village
Through the groves and orchards
A stream used to flow
Draining water was not knotty

The new scientists closed
All draining streams

The gate to drain the overflow in dam
Was blocked with sand
Used to roam on one foot
Seeking dry narrow paths
Only the paths used to be dry
Now dried out all around

The Silli, Neelgai – all disappeared
The spines of hedgehogs
Not available for rituals
The food kept in Judi Shital
Left lying under the tree,
A week passed
No wild animal came to grab
The ants’ queue was thou’ inevitable

The interesting talks of the engineers
Heard standing on the wall
How could the stream turn so gigantic?
That used to be crossed on feet

The practicability of the new science
Would be so much in vain, I never realised
It was disgraced by the sugarcanes
Standing lonely in the flood
The water became tawny and trees pure green
Downpour over the roofs
Roofs being washed away

Rugged in several places
Water dripping inside
Reservoir of rice and paddy
The flow carried away all

Helicopters dropped chuda and jiggery
Where land was not submerged
Dropping food in flood was a waste
Crowd following helicopters
Old and young with empty stomach

That old man is eating chuda and jiggery
Crying over death of son and daughter in law
Would not fulfil the hunger

Son of a BDO was my friend
Called the government greedy
His father was posted in Shunting
A slyly demotion to Jhanjharpur from Giridih

But their good luck turned the tide
Posting was resettled because of flood

I thought only my fate was bad
Saturn was down and Saraswati was about to beg
Reached village, Pappu Bhai was upset
Planning development, diverting flow, draining

The relief announced by the government
Every now and then
One bag of crop for victims of flood
The block employees stole 15 kilo from each bag
Pappu Bhai, you are a real fool
Why to count teeth of a free bullock?
(Why to mind quality of a free thing)
You didn’t get even that last time

Scene after a week or more

Some went to Mumbai some to Delhi
Women and children were left in village
All took pledge to work
Whether selling vegetables or lifting loads
Mother wishes to have concrete roof
Cottages of hays and tiles after fire
Bakhari was made again when divided

Thank God, in flood, houses disappeared
Now I would make a firm house, oh dear

The concrete houses were filled all over
One could see everywhere, stack of bricks
All old corners were lost
Where we brothers used to play hide and seek

And now see the government’s action
I improved my financial condition in the Mehath only
The government called the village
A role model in the entire block
You say that I earned in Delhi and Mumbai!

Now listen to me
If the government would be changing
Neither Mumbai nor Delhi would exist
The condition of Vijaynagaram
Is well known to the historians

Your good fate lies in making me win always
Putting effort to progress is your work
Just keep problems by me away

Flood came in 1987
Saw the destruction but I say
Just see the conveying people

Lucky to get entertained by you
The fair is not seen anywhere
Hukkaloli is Diwali
The mud of Judisheetal is Holi
Then how can following you be faulty

I am also in Delhi- Mumbai for earning
You are good at least in
Not leaving the village
You entertain, earn and eat
And also visit Delhi and Mumbai.

24.At The Beach Of Mahabalipuram
The scene of beach of an endless sea
At Mahabalipuram, heart filled with ecstasy

The Sun-temple with the chariot of the Pandavas
I saw the isle of the sky
When salty water went into mouth
It took me by surprise, I floated
I bumped into the wall of waves
All of my body thrilled

Had heard and known about the sea
I respired forgetting my heart and body
The foreigners disclosed the truth
The Mani guide told me that mystery
That was given by the Pallav Vansh
Indian forgot that history

I recalled the temple of Ankorvaat
No sooner the king died, people forgot

Swati (stars) diminished
When links of history is broken
The temples under the Caspian Sea
Were built by the Indian merchants

Now I am in such condition
Where boring pump is gift from the Americans

Leave it, why are you lost in there like insane
The loving wife laughed again and again.

25.Fearful Souvenir

In the noise of busy city life and society

Many memories are lost

And with that, came the fear

Frightened

Obeying the civilisation

Lack of time or an excuse of being busy

Fear of past or surrendering in front of problems

And keeping away

From the memories and fear

Away from the socialization

Centred to family

But again, I got time after an era

Grown up now, not a child anymore

Again held the pen made up of stick

To write something

But the ink pot is dried out of ink

Era passed memories lost

Left alone

As giant as a comet

Web of incidents

Breath was tightened

Woke up quickly

I laughed

Hadn’t fallen with imbalance

As per my dream

I am grown up now

There was no control in dreams in childhood

I was falling and rising

Was getting up

Wet with sweats

Drenched

Couldn’t find the end of the frightening memories

The noisy Universe

Tied with gravity

Rotating

The sun situated at billions of miles away

And many stars beyond the sun

Who is the all-in-all of these?

And if there is some creator

Then who has created that creator

Oh! Couldn’t find the origin?

I have decided that

I wouldn’t think more

By studying Philosophy

Broke the pen and inkpot

Who is this comet?

Rotating in a circular perimeter

Is he a cursed demon or a holy saint?

Seeking solution of problems

But problem lies in itself

Who has created whom?

And where is the end of that chain

Who is whose master?

And who is supreme of all masters

And who is the master of that supreme

I found control over the dream but lost the power of words

I have to find the solution

Lost in dreams again

I won’t fall this time; I have to find the end

My self-confidence

Is weakened

In front of such confusing queries

Some fear or some unwanted harm

Raises my heart beats supposedly

Or it is revival of my childishness

Does the mystery of life and rebirth lie in existence of a soul

Or a long process of development

And science had

Created the universe

The concept of poison and flower nectar

The taste of bitterness, dryness, alkaline, acidic, sour or sweet

The voice rising in a lonely forest

Shadaj, Rishabh, Gandhar, Madhyam, Pancham, Dhaiwat, Nishad !

Atri, Angira and Marichi started steps to discover

With Pulrhitu, Pulastya and Vashishtha

To find the ashtasiddhi(the divine 8 accomplishments) of anmik

The expansion of the Glorious Dignity was desired to be known

Eshitva or Vashitva

The eight divine accomplishments of the Saptarshi (seven stars)

Eshitva or Vashitva
The eight divine accomplishments of the Saptarshi (seven stars)
Finding nine celestial treasures
Lotus, Kuber’s White Lotus, Conch, a sea monster (Kamdev, God of love)
Tortoise, Mukund (Vishnu), Jasmine, Blue Sapphire, A large number of one million;
Basis of dashavataar (ten incarnations of the Lord Vishnu)
The Matsyavataar (incarnation in fish) saved the Vedas of Saptarshi
And the family of Manu
The tortoise form of Lord Vishnu saved the mountain of Mandaar
And Vasuki’s body churned the sea to get nectar of immortality
The boar incarnation brought the earth
Out of the tough four loops of Ambunidhi
After killing Hiranyaksh
The God Narsinha saved Prahlaad
By killing Hiranyakashyap
Vaman killed the Baali
By covering the Earth in two steps
And the Demon king in the third
Parashuraam, Ram and Krishna
Had slain the demons
And Buddha changed that concept

What was surprising if His statue,
Was dropped down by the children of Devadatta
Alas! Nobody can save Bamyan
Neither Kalki nor Maitreyi
Come soon riding the White Sea
To bring revolution
In fourteen Bhuvans and thirteen Worlds
Within the noises of this world
The childhood is frightened

But now the science interrupted in mind
This is the theory of aging
Dashavataar is the actual
New theory of development
Fish, Tortoise then Boar
Then Narsimh then Vaman
Interrelated development of human face
That was being searched

Giving the name of Dashavataar
Was that Bharat, who had stopped the way of scientific concepts?
The link was broken in finding Kalki (the tenth incarnation)
Oh ! Had Maitreyi come to disclose that link?

It seems I found the edge of the loop
I was unnecessarily scared to get sixteen remedies
Ved, Puran, Ramayan, Mahabharat, Economics,
Those knowledge of Leelavati- Bhamati by Aryabhatt
Characteristics of Political Sceince, Mathematics, Physics
The lesson of action
Was blown away by the superstitions

Where Philosophy has become unanswered
And Science has given some solutions
Then I will hold the end of this, dear master!
That vanished puzzles
Not far away
The circumference is of course small
I will increase its circumference
The contractor of the Philosophy will again change
The Philosophy into the Religion and
The Religion into the definitions of different heavens and hells
The Physics and Astronomy have made Astrology
The Science is turned into superstitions
When answers will be manipulated
Then let the question be unanswered

Everyone has forwarded but Bharat-Tanay is behind
Also in Lilawati as well as in Bhanumati
How will he find the difference of caste system
The essay of Vyaasji in admiration of Eklavya
But none had perpetuated the work

The gap of millennium created casteism
Science and Art
Hunger and food
All have turned racist, how will they be free

I recalled the differentiated rows in the feast
The repeated offerings of Khaja-Laddu in the first row
But was served once in the second row
Stopping the way of Bhagirathi of Art and Science
Getting obstacle of Rahu

I recall the funeral of my Father
The day long victimization by the Kantaha Brahmin
And the exhausting Gadur Puran in the evening

The changes in celestial positions
And the darkness of the eclipse
Have become unholy to get money
The defence lesson of Ramayana
When had it taught the lesson of violent spirituality

The lessons of Vyaas, Karna, Eklavya, Krishna
About social equality
Are still alive
Not yet vanished
The liberal thoughts from before two millenniums
Why had they dried up
As deficient as the flow of Saraswati

No sooner when the Goddess of Knowledge had left
She dried up without water without intellect
Will she come back, in disguise,
To our country of Bharat?

Will this awful discussion ever end?
Or, leaving the lesson of Eklavya, Karna, Krishna,
We will start learning ekka-dukka-panja-chhakka
Same as Yudhisthir and Shakuni
Shakuni will change kachcha baarah to pakka baarah
And will win with pau-baarah

How can fate be directed by
The three dices and four coloured pawns
The four nests of dice-board and twenty four positions in each nest
Will it destruct the Indian homes?

If I had met Yudhisthir, I would be telling him
You should have played the game of dice of four players
Where rules are easier

You complicated the entertaining game of two
You hadn’t played the game rather
You had played with the country and the women
That is why this complaint
You had committed the crime bigger than Shakuni had

He, whose name is Laalchadi
Is the Satghariya
Tee Tee
I used to play during Mango season
I also played dices with my wife
After Dwiragman till Bharfori
Oh Yudhisthirs of descendants of Bharat
Don’t play this game day-night
And teach every one this
Complementing the music
Notes removing the fearful souvenir
Give me the boon of good thoughts
So that I can sing the prayers

The Kali depicts dark
This is not the full truth
The voice of yours is white
That will be the new change

Eliminating the cloud, fear has gone
The sky thundered to raise
The fire
Keeping deep in the heart
Brain stopped, ash is poured
Chank trumpet announces braveness
Remover of fear
With the stick of dreams of memories
I will break
I will churn the world
With my mighty hands, at the gate
The taste of feast of two rows in the village

I will release wisdom and prudence
Rundmalmasani
I will break the discrimination of two rows
Or I will run away to the city
Village will remain village
Or will be sunk in the Bhagirathi
One who will stop the flow of storm like Bhagirathi
Will be sunk and will sink the village of discriminated two rows
Because of own misdeeds

The pleasant grounds of forests
The smiling jungles
The perplexed flower surrounded by spines
Philosophy is engaged in finding Brahmins

Scattered earth
The Ganges- narrowed and exhausted
Not flawless
The delicate facts about Science and Maths
Were misfortune of Tapini

The city of Buddha will be established
The God, the heaven – all a matter of humour
The people of village
Peerless views
New songs
In the village

One who has given me exile in the village
Because of his own thoughts
I will give him breathes
In return

For sake of own views
Who played the games in two millenniums
His village is like a forest
Buddha’s place, which was made a spine
Will be adorned with flowers

In the game of two,
For the views,
I will throw extra dices
In the four eras of the dice-board of the millennium

I will discover even those which are unknown
But what is known
Let me justify those first

God’s existence without any limits or bonds
Then at what basis did he make the houses
And if he didn’t have right to choose the basis
Then, what rules did he make for the universe
Does this mean that with the end of the sun, the moon and the stars
That creator will also die according to the rule

And if this is also not true
Then what reason did the God have
For creating this universe
The self created universe
The God of the universe
And mind of the Master of that God
What thoughts are going on in that mind?
The universe filled with sapphires and lotuses,
And in the middle of this
Our sun is a simple star
We are living creatures of merely a small planet
In its dynasty
I am thinking to destroy this creation with a weapon.

26.The Cow
Never delayed in beating you with stick
Neither unhappy when female calf is born
But you are adorable
Writing essay on you
Forgive me.

27.Shraaddh (Hindu Funeral Rites) Shouldn’t Be Skipped
The second death followed by one
His father’s and his uncle’s
People of uncle were dominating
The younger brother was worried
In the second death during the shraaddh
One shraaddh becomes adequate for both
Another Shraaddh would be skipped
Both brothers were worried
The priest too wouldn’t favour the weak
Whatever the Shastras (religious rules) say
Just inform the maternal uncle’s family
Father’s funeral shouldn’t be omitted.

28.Caste

Work was pending in the office
One person was angry at the clerk
“What is your caste? No patience is left now
You have been confusing tens of peoples.”

He had told the name by patting his chest
He stared at the tens of people with confidence
One people of same caste among the crowd said
With the courage, “Don’t say that;
Don’t call by the name of caste, remember that,

My works are also pending but when caste is concerned
I belong to the caste having guts, let the work be delayed.”

29.Having Son

I live in the temple of Ludhiyana
I worship and help people worshipping
You blame me to eat by deceiving people
We live hungry one time in the day in the village
I have blessed ten people to have sons
Five among them were proved
People having daughters forgot me
But those who had sons advertised my name
You blame Mithila Baba to be fraud
Oh you jealous relatives in village!

30.Good Very Good

The Indian philosophy
Is described in such a way
If something happened well then it’s good
And if something went wrong then also it’s good
Fate in meeting
And for getting by luck
If one gets good then good
And very good if gets bad.

31.Furrow And Bullock

Mind was lost
I thought employing bulls
About things here and there
I ploughed field with furrow till evening
The bullock was lost, I was seeking all over
Whom can I tell this to
People will laugh at me today
My mind is lost
I swear dear brother

32.The Ganges Bridge

The death of all workers is recalled
Dropping down into the water
Only ten were reported out of fifty deaths
The compensation of the forty missing
Was galloped by the leaders, the contractors and the officers

I am engineer of that bloody bridge
You call me honest
How can I accept the bribe
After seeing all that, oh sir !

33.Face Is Skinny And Name Is Hansmukh Bhai (Happy Man)

Face Is Skinny And Name Is Hansmukh Bhai (Happy Man)
Face is skinny and name is Hansmukh Bhai (Happy Man)
I had been here for a long time, find some remedy
He had shown me many types of documents
The work would be done till next morning, explained to me again
He smiled while showing me the shortcut way
Face is skinny and name- Hansmukh Bhai (Happy Man)

34.The Dream

Beautiful, beautiful dreams!

No, this was not beautiful earlier

It had scared me a lot in my childhood

Detracting desire to sleep from my eyes

When my mind was awakened with bewilderment

Determining the boundaries of the country and the time

Bearing the misconceptions of ancestors

But the imitation of busy man

The confusion of mind was not going away

The beating of childish heart

Was intended to discover the origin of the world

Not getting any answer

Leaving its eternity to the God

But the will of the God and the form of eternity

The tie was not loosen rather tied hard

The heart beats faster

The dream also doesn’t appear if I sleep too much

This is also a puzzle to bear the world

Finding remedy without a problem

Making the luck all in all easily

We do all deeds ourselves

But we say that we are puppets driven by the destiny

The deeds of the Gods ?

Increasing the heartbeat of mind along with the physical body

The dreams either good or dreadful

Don’t come now.

35.The Colourful KiteThese flying kites

Like my ambitions

Like the books and pens of the competitors

Scattered into smithereens

The severed kites falling down

Shows the ground of reality

Ends up there, from where, it has started

But the experience of flying

Feeling the heaven when rising

And while falling......................

36.I Forgot Again A Short Story Of Karna’s Death

Very carefully I kept in mind while going

So that I won’t forget it today

But again conversation started

My artificiality started failing

When it was needed

I missed to recall as usual

The short story of Karna’s death

And after that, being disheartened,

I remain silent.

37.The Village Of Shalatur

Taxshila is in Pakistaan

Revising the pages of history

Tide turned and my country was parted

The tension raised by the brothers

Description by Yuan Chwang

All scholars of grammar were in Shalatur Village

Situated on the meeting of Kabul and Sindhu rivers

Today’s Lahur village was Panini’s maternal uncles’ village and own village

Now breaking the statues of Buddha in Bamiyan

Yusufjai Pathan was the descendent of Panini

An end of the history and the country of Daksh

This thought came while revising the history

But I think

The tide of the history turned and my country was parted

The tension raised by the brothers

This is good to have brothers near

And are creating quarrels

Because of this we are careful

We keep on preparing

The Himalayas was insurmountable till 1962

Just like the oceans used to be till 1498

The paths were open through rifts only

The neighbour were attached

The tyrannical troops were coming from the farthest

The tide had turned and my country was parted

The tension raised by the brothers

This is good that brothers are creating quarrels

So that we keep on preparing

38.Tomorrow

Going to office after getting up in the morning

Going to bed after returning and eating

So many works remain pending

Ignoring, being lazy, and killing the wish

When I go to the village

I get time a halt for self analysis

I receive lots of complaints

Then I make a program

A new tone on the piece of paper

Mind’s battle after being late

Was moving without co-ordination

A leader without any aim

Thought about

Going to village

No way for delaying

Turning to be quick and aspiring today

Doing what thinking

Finally got the way of life now.

39. Recalling

Unable to remember

Trying to recall

Practicing handwriting with the pen made up of bamboo stick

Writing by tying thread to the nib of the fountain pain

To make the handwriting thicker thereafter

Master Sahib used to be confused

I had harmed myself easily

My handwriting is not yet beautiful

I also remember

I used to wander during midday

In the mango orchards to search banjhi sticks

I was named as fool

When I had broken another stem/branch

I couldn’t even understand

If flower-panicles were grown

Then I would be eating mangoes next year

Banjhi sticks hadn’t have hope

They were only useful in heating

I also remember

Picking the castor oil seeds

Getting oil by extracting in mill

The taste of tilkoda fried in that oil !

Knocking the chef of Raajdhani down

The taste of the stinky Kabai fish

The false praise by saying, “What a taste!”

The usage of half kilo of oil in a month

Was giving sorrow of one kilo

No misery.....

I also recall the rice paddy farms

Jhilli and kachori (name of snacks)

Picking the leftover rice paddy stems after harvest

Buying laalchadi in exchange of that picked rice-paddies

Playing ‘He whose name is Laalchhadi’ and Satgarhiya

The Mango jabi

Fishing with tackles

Peeling raw mangoes with shells

The sweet taste of raw mangoes after mixing with edible lime

The big dalaan (passageway, open living hall)

The Daaun (process of separating rice paddy from the paddy plant with bullocks trampling on them)

The submerged crops in flood

Being destroyed

The kujarnai (women labour) catching while mixing bad crops with the good paddies

The taste of unripe plums from the ‘Bhairav Sthan’ (worshipping place)

Do you know the story of Bidesar on Sundays?

The Bidesar was worshipped with flower and water pot

Chuda (processed rice flakes) were taken along from the home

Returning home after eating after buying curd and jalebi there

The old tree of Indian gooseberries

In the groove of Indian black berries and betel nuts

He was clever

Who could bring the straight sticks

Of Sahar tree for brushing teeth

Kids playing the game of titti

And the game of gulli-danda and kancha

Used to be a long-lasting activity

The bamboo made kansupati of hukka-loli

Dipping fabric in the kerosin oil thereafter

We use to set fire on that

Displaying fire-works in the morning of Chhath

Playing a lot in the Judishital

Flood and famine had attacked

I left the village, oh dear friend!

Unable to remember

Trying to recall

By sitting, sitting and sitting.

40.The various paths

Tied with the memories

From behind the stars

In front of a dark whole

The path is expected to be estranged

I will look forward at the various paths

It had been a long journey now

If I could solve the

Mystery of the world

I would find the false words

To define the making of a history

I will look forward at the various paths

It had been a long journey now

Something may come out of

Churning the milk of this world

In the churning of the milk of the sea

Many things had come out

I will look forward at the various paths

It had been a long journey now

41.The Salute Song Of Mithila

The flag of Mithila will be hosted in the world
I had seen the mother upset, discontent and criticised
I am desperate, my heart is falling
Being belonging to the land of Vidya
Your grace will be regained again
Having hands of cleverness of intellect and fame
Don’t doubt the victory at all
If Maithili has a short life
Adding the letters I will put my effort on
The letters will be explosive with touch of mine
The flag will not come down, oh mother Mithila!

42. The Highway Having Six Lanes

Mother!

Oh mother, near the rice farms

A highway is made

Of six lane

First three to go and other three to return

There only

What a nice red coloured car

Whose glasses were not open

Were closed

I saw that today

When I was selling birds

One child became stub-born

Made the glasses opened and

Had bought all my birds

There was water on child’s face

No sooner the window was opened

The cold air came out

From the AC car

The car which was red

Mother!

Oh mother, near the rice farms

A highway is made

Of six lane

First three to go and other three to return

Mother!

These are roads of our village, aren’t they?

But all people of our village went out

To Delhi and Panjab for earning

The soil made houses in the village

Having roof of straws and tiles

But near the rice farms

The wide roads which is made

Solid

The roads, smooth and even better than the houses

I saw that there only

Mother!

I have heard that this is made

So solid and sleek

By the fund of The World Bank

Having six lanes

As shiny as glass !

Mother!

The concrete house of uncle

Which was made in the last year

With the different clay

And had fallen off within a few days

Was also made by the government’s fund!

That was not as shiny as glass, was that?

People was also living there with fear

That was better collapsing down

But that must also be made up of fraudulent fund

I saw the luxury of that car

Made with the fund of the World Bank

I saw that on the six lane highway of our village.

Mother!

This World Bank Fund seems to be a good fund!

Aren’t houses made with this fund?

If this good fund would avail food and employment

Then why people would go to Delhi and Punjab

Why would they tolerate abuse by Raj Thakre

Why would they go to be killed in Assam

I have heard that people abuse Biharis

Mother!

With this good fund of the World Bank

If our homes were made

Those would not be like the houses made up of clay

Those would be glassy smooth and solid

Like the six lane highway by the rice fields

And if employment were provided by that fund

Then people would stay at home

The houses in village would not be deserted like this is now

Life would be sparkling in our village too.

And then our village would have the status worth seeing

And the six lane roads would also have the status worth seeing

If our bodies were also carrying the dresses

Like that dress

Which was worn by the child sitting in that red car!

Mother!

I have the feeling

The road of our village

Is closer to us than the red imported car of the red foreigner is

Both appear foreigners

It was felt today

That the air of that car was also not own

It was felt that the car and the air coming from the car

Both were contaminated by my touch

Our village is like a peacock

The six lane road is its feathers

And we are feet of that peacock

Even if the road is in our village, seems foreigner

Mother!

While taking goats for grazing everyday

I stay on watching the splendour of the road of our village

Which is having six lanes !

43.I Don’t Know Whether I Will Return Or......

I don’t know whether I will return

Or I will die here

Being vanished

Sweeping the house and courtyard

In the village

I used to come home

After giving grasses to the cow

And arranging fire to warm the cattle’s house

In Punjab afterwards

How good the taste of the tea was!

I was not fagging

After working whole day though

Now I hear that drugs were added in that tea

And then, when the nest of Emmet fell off

In front of the child

The village is recalled

Let’s return, our village is calling us

The smell of soil of Mithila

The month of mangoes has come

The leaves of the trees must be falling off

The lazbizzi must have spread

Around the base of the tree

I have neither made the root of the tree

Not have I made the pier of the pond

The grasses and spines must have grown

On the foot path of the village

The stars are not seen

The pollution is so high here

That has abandoned the moon

From being reflected even in the plate

People call me here something with Bihari

Someone take me to the village

My heart don’t feel happy here

When the tin utensils of mother were bought

How much we brothers were happy then

We were eating in that plate by rotating turns

In this city of Delhi

The plate is made up of steel

But taste of that food in tin plate

What I had eaten by enjoying taste

I don’t know whether I will return

Or I will die here

Being vanished

The living place of the goat

Raking the dry leaves

Spines of acacia

White and poisonous

But not more poisonous than

The white people of Delhi

Such a venomous tongue.

And the hatred eyes are even worse

Among the sounds of Bihari! Bihari!

I sell comb, papad and messager

The nigh of winter

Trembling tree

The wind is also equally cruel

The tree in front is hewed

The blood is flowing from it

Reddish white

But turned into marshy solid gum later on

Dried in winter

Burnt in summer

These trees

Teach us living alone and at one place

Without being bored

Year after year

The grandmother, who used to give offering of water to the Sun God

She was dropping water on the backyard

The child i.e. me

I used to jump on the water

I don’t know whether I will return

Or I will die here

Being vanished

Gajendra Thakur (b. 1971) is the editor of Maithili ejournal “Videha” that can be viewed at http://www.videha.co.in/ . His poem, story, novel, research articles, epic – all in Maithili language are lying scattered and is in print in single volume by the title “KurukShetram Antarmanak.” He can be reached at his email: ggajendra@videha.com

Translator: Jyoti Jha Chaudhary, Date of Birth: December 30 1978,Place of Birth- Belhvar (Madhubani District), Education: Swami Vivekananda Middle School, Tisco Sakchi Girls High School, Mrs KMPM Inter College, IGNOU, ICWAI (COST ACCOUNTANCY); Residence- LONDON, UK; Father- Sh. Shubhankar Jha, Jamshedpur; Mother- Smt. Sudha Jha- Shivipatti. Jyoti received editor's choice award from www.poetry.com and her poems were featured in front page of www.poetrysoup.com for some period.She learnt Mithila Painting under Ms. Shveta Jha, Basera Institute, Jamshedpur and Fine Arts from Toolika, Sakchi, Jamshedpur (India). Her Mithila Paintings have been displayed by Ealing Art Group at Ealing Broadway, London."Archis" anthology of Maithili poems published.