‘My Vocation’ by Toru Dutt

A waif on this earth,
Sick, ugly and small,
Contemned from my birth
And rejected by all,
From my lips broke
Where – oh where shall I fly?
Who comfort will bring?
Sing, – said God in reply,
Chant poor little thing.

Life struck me with fright –
Full of chances and pain,
So I hugged with delight
The drudge’s hard chain;
One must eat, – yet I die,
Like a bird with clipped wing,
Sing – said God in reply,
Chant poor little thing.

Love cheered for a while
My morn with his ray,
But like a ripple or smile
My youth passed away.
Now near Beauty I sigh,
But fled is the spring!
Sing – said God in reply,
Chant poor little thing.

All men have a task,
And to sing is my lot –
No meed from men I ask
But one kindly thought.
My vocation is high –
‘Mid the glasses that ring,
Still – still comes that reply,
Chant poor little thing.

Outside History, By: Eavan Boland

These are outsiders, always. These stars—
these iron inklings of an Irish January,
whose light happened
thousands of years before
our pain did; they are, they have always been
outside history.
They keep their distance. Under them remains
a place where you found
you were human, and
a landscape in which you know you are mortal.
And a time to choose between them.
I have chosen:
out of myth in history I move to be
part of that ordeal
who darkness is
only now reaching me from those fields,
those rivers, those roads clotted as
firmaments with the dead.
How slowly they die
as we kneel beside them, whisper in their ear.
And we are too late. We are always too late.
(c) Eavan Boland

Two Hindi Poems

I don’t generally post Hindi poems here, and I have stopped accepting reader’s submission too. However, when these poems came, I couldn’t say no as being an aspiring writer myself, I fully know what a mere Yes and No can feel like.

So here are two poems sent by one of my readers. Both are in Hindi. If you can understand Hindi, do read and let the poet have your views.

The following two poems have been written by Nibedita Nath. 

“Yeh Meri Kavitaa…”

YEH  JIBAN MERA  APRICHIT SA LAGE….
ISMAIN  SARE  CHHEHERE AJNABI SE LAGE
IK AASHA JEEVAN KA DHUNDLA DHUNDLA SA LAGE
PHIR BHI MAN MAIN KOI BISWAS JAGE
ADHURA HAR SAPNA…BIKHRE SARE JIBAN KE PANNE..
KOI AAYE …KOI JAAYE…BAS YADON KE GHNUGURU REH GAYE
SAMETI RAHI NANHI KALIYON KO …JO KABHI BAHAR BAN KAR KHILE THE..
AAJ  WOH PATJADH KE AAGOSH MAIN..
RUKNA CHHATI  DO PAL KAHIN..PHIR BHI NA RUK PAUUN MAIN..
BHAGNA ABHI..DAUDNA HAI…
KUCH PAANA HAI..KUCH APNANA HAI..
DUR BAHUT JANA HAI MUJHE..
SAPNON KO SAMETNA HAI..
BAS YEHI..YEHI TU MERA PARICHAYA HAI…
MERA AUR SIRF MERA…

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“Yeh Meri Kavitaa hai…”

O RAHI CHALTA CHAL TU CHALTA CHAL…
JIBAN HAI TERA PATH…JISPE TU CHALTA CHAL..
KABHI NA RUK…KABHI NA JHUK..
AAGE HI BADHTA CHAL..
JO TERA RAH BANE..
USIKO APNATA CHAL..
PEHCHAN CHAMAK APNE KA..
HAI JO TUJH MAIN SAMAYA…
BAS..YEHI BANE TERA SHRINGAAR…
TU YODHA HAI…TU VEER HAI..
MAAN ISE  TU….PEHCHAAN  APNEKO..
JEET  TUJHE  HAASHIL  KARNI  HAI…
FELA  APNE  CHAMAK  KO..
JAANE  JIS SE  DUNIYA TUJH KO… TERE  NAM KO..
PEHCHAAN  BAN  JAAYE….PICHHE  TERE..
SIRF  AUR  SIRF ..
JO TERE  KAM  SE…