MY NEW Dogri Poem translated by Prof. Sudhir Singh….! Dogri version is also posted here.....
YES, I AM
NEWSPAPER ,
A NEWSPAPER.
THAT KNOWS ALL ABOUT ALL
AND LET OTHERS KNOW,
OF JOYS AND SORROWS,
FAR AND WIDE.
BUT FEEL TROUBLED
BY THE APPROACH OF THE SOCIETY
ITS ATTITUDE TO ME.
THEIR DAYS START OFF WITH ME,
BUT WHY THIS LIFELESS CONDUCT WITH ME?
I START BEING HEAPED AT MIDNIGHT
I TAKE PRIDE IN BEING VALUED!
TRAVEL LONG DISTANCES
IN TRAINS, PLANES AND BUSES
REACH TOWNS, VILLAGES
AND QUICKLY ENTER THE HOUSES
WITH THE THROW OF HAWKERS.
MY PAGES ARE TURNED AND EXPLORED
WITH THE SIPPING OF THE TEA.
AND I AM TAKEN CARE OF TILL THEY FINISH.
AND THEN AT ONE’S PLEASURE
I AM RIPPED AND SNIPPED,
MY BEAUTY UGLICIZED.
BY THE EVENING
WITH THE VALUE DIMINISHED
I AM BELITTLED…
THEY USE ME AS THEY FANCY
TO WIPE THE TABLES OFF.
SOMETIMES AS PACKETS AM I BOUND
WITH THE GROCER’S THINGS,
NUMEROUS , WHAT TO COUNT.
THOUGH RARE,
YET IF I REACH A MOSQUE OR TEMPLE
RELIEVED I AM TO BE SOMEWHERE GOOD.
DECLARED AS WASTE PAPER
I AM WEIGHED ON THE WEIGHING SCALE
IN KILOS.
AND THEN LODGED USELESSLY,
AS RUBBISH FOR DAYS TOGETHER......
DO MY FAINT WORDS
HAVE NO KNOWLEDGE
WHY SHOULD THESE BE SQUASHED, TRAMPED UPON!!
I TOO LONG FOR MY RIGHTS
ESTEEM, RESPECT AND DIGNITY.
(Translated by Sudhir Singh)
में....!
हाँ में,
अख़बार आं
अख़बार।
जेह्ड़ी सब्भने दी ख़बर
रखनी ते दिन्नी,
सुक्खै-दुक्खै दी
दूरै-दूरै तगर।
पर बड़ी परेशान आं,
इस समाज दे रवेइये थमां।
जेह्ड़ा मेरे कन्नै करदा ऐ,
मेरे कन्नै इंदे दिनै दी शुरूआत ते होंदी।
पर खबरै इन्ना रूक्खा वर्ताऽ की ऐ?
रातीं दे 12 बजे मेरे ठाले लगदे न,
बड़ी क़दर पौंदी, पसौनी।
बड़ी-बड़ी दूर सैर करनीं,
रेलगड्डी, ज्हाज, बसै च पुज्जनीं
शैहर, ग्रां।
हॉकरें दी छंड़ें कन्नै,
तौलै-तौलै
लोकें दे घरें च।
चाई दी चुस्सकियें कन्नै,
बरका-बरका मेरा फरोलेआ जंदा ऐ
पुटठा-सिद्धा करी
पढ़ने तगर मेरी संभाल
जिसी जे किश चंगा लगदा
लगदा ऐ मिं कटटन
मेरा रूप करूप बनन लगदा
संज घरोंदे-घरोंदे
मान मुल्ल घटी जंदा ऐ
होन लगदी मेरी बेरूमती
सब्भै अपने-अपने कम्मै लेई बरतदे
कदें मेज़ साफ होंदे,
कदें लफाफे बनी ब'नोई ज'न्नी
शाहें दे सौह्दें च,
केह् दस्सां केह्-केह्
जे पुज्जी जा मंदर-मसीत
सोचां चंगे थांऽ आं,
पर कदें गै होंदा,
बनी जन्नी रद्दी,
जेह्ड़ी तलौन लगनी कंड़े पर
किलो स्हाबें
पेई रौंहनी फ्ही केईं-केईं दिनें तगर
बेकदरी,
क्या मेरे जुस्से दे अक्खर विद्या दे नेईं
की एह् रूलन पैरें च,
मिं बी चांहनी अपना हक्क
इज्जत मान-सम्मान।
( डॉ. चंचल भसीन )
