ALL THINGS POSSIBLE- DR. SHEFALIKA VERMA
(TRANSLATED FROM MAITHILI POEM BY AUTHOR)
ALL THINGS POSSIBLE
DR. SHEFALIKA VERMA
IN MY DARK AND CLOUDY DAYS
I THOUGHT ALWAYS FOR SUNSHINE
SEASONS COMING SEASONS GOING
I SAW LOVINGLY
EACH IN ITS WAY
ENCHANTING FOR ME
I FELT EVERY SEASON IN MY HEART
IN THE LAP OF
TROUBLES AND WORRIES I WAS
THINKING FOR THE DAYS FINE
ALL THINGS
GOING ROUGHLY BADLY
YOU ON YOUR GRIEF .BED
FIGHTING WITH LIFE
TOUGHLY
BUT A FLAME OF ETERNAL LOVE
ALWAYS BURNT
IN MY HEART
THINGS WILL BE THE BEST
I TRAVELLED LONG AND LONG
ON THE HARD ROAD OF MY MIND
THAT TOOK ME TO YOU
AND THERE WAS THE END....
I WAS LOST
ALONE I WAS
IN THE JUNGLE OF THIS WORLD
WHEN THE RAIN DROPS FALL ON MY
EYE LIDS
I FEEL YOUR LOVE- KISS ON IT
WHEN THE COOL BREEZE
TOUCHES ME LOVINGLY
I FEEL YOU EMBRACE ME
TIGHTLY
.ITS MISTERIOUS FOR ME BUT, I KNOW
LOVE
MAKES ALL THINGS POSSIBLE.......
ALL THINGS POSSIBLE
DR. SHEFALIKA VERMA
IN MY DARK AND CLOUDY DAYS
I THOUGHT ALWAYS FOR SUNSHINE
SEASONS COMING SEASONS GOING
I SAW LOVINGLY
EACH IN ITS WAY
ENCHANTING FOR ME
I FELT EVERY SEASON IN MY HEART
IN THE LAP OF
TROUBLES AND WORRIES I WAS
THINKING FOR THE DAYS FINE
ALL THINGS
GOING ROUGHLY BADLY
YOU ON YOUR GRIEF .BED
FIGHTING WITH LIFE
TOUGHLY
BUT A FLAME OF ETERNAL LOVE
ALWAYS BURNT
IN MY HEART
THINGS WILL BE THE BEST
I TRAVELLED LONG AND LONG
ON THE HARD ROAD OF MY MIND
THAT TOOK ME TO YOU
AND THERE WAS THE END....
I WAS LOST
ALONE I WAS
IN THE JUNGLE OF THIS WORLD
WHEN THE RAIN DROPS FALL ON MY
EYE LIDS
I FEEL YOUR LOVE- KISS ON IT
WHEN THE COOL BREEZE
TOUCHES ME LOVINGLY
I FEEL YOU EMBRACE ME
TIGHTLY
.ITS MISTERIOUS FOR ME BUT, I KNOW
LOVE
MAKES ALL THINGS POSSIBLE.......
Dear Satanand Purhit
Original Poem in Maithili by Gajendra Thakur Translated into English by Jyoti Jha Chaudhary
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.
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.
The story is outdated
Original Poem in Maithili by Gajendra Thakur Translated into English by Jyoti Jha Chaudhary
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!
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!
Leaning towards the truth with own knowledge
Original Poem in Maithili by Gajendra Thakur Translated into English by Lucy Gracy of New York.
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
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
Estranged Sleep
Original Poem in Maithili by Gajendra Thakur Translated into English by Lucy Gracy of New York.
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.
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.
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