(We are extremely thankful to Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi ji for sharing his literary and artworks with e-abhivyakti. An alumnus of IIM Ahmedabad, Capt. Pravin has served the country at national as well international level in various fronts. Presently, working as Senior Advisor, C-DAC in Artificial Intelligence and HPC Group; and involved in various national-level projects.
We present an English Version of Shri Sanjay Bhardwaj’s Hindi poem ” सृजन ” published in today’s ?✍ संजय दृष्टि – सृजन ✍?. We extend our heartiest thanks to Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi ji for this beautiful translation. )
Initially, we thought to begin a weekly column of Capt. Pravin Raghuwanshi ji’s English Translations. Later on, we found that we will not be able to give justice by limiting his vivid literary work in periodical columns. So, we will try to publish his work whenever we will have an opportunity to do so. We are extremely thankful to Capt Pravin ji for giving this liberty to e-abhivyakti.
?✍ Creativity ✍?
Some stood fast with the power of money,
Others through the power of their contacts,
Time cemented this transactional barter for eternity,
While the utter crazy pauper like me held on to creativity…
(Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is a well-known author. She has been honoured with many international/national/ regional level awards. We are extremely thankful to Ms. Neelam ji for permitting us to share her excellent poems with our readers. We will be sharing her poems on every Thursday Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is Executive Director (Systems) Mahametro, Pune. Her beloved genre is poetry. Today we present her poem “Amba’s wrath”. This poem is from her book “Tales of Eon)
☆ Weekly column ☆ Poetic World of Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra # 4 ☆
☆ Amba’s wrath ☆
(Denied justice from Bheeshma, a sufferer of fate, Amba seeks justice from God)
O life! You have made me a chattel
Loved, lost, owned and dismissed.
And on one leg I stand here on the Himalayas
O God! Before you, to ask for justice.
King Shalva I loved, gave away my heart
And accepted I was by pleasure and grace
And yet, taken away from my swayamwar I was
Bheeshma, by virtue of force, caused my disgrace.
Owned by Bheeshma, to Vichitrveerya presented
A conquered property I became, exchanging hands
When informed that it was King Shalva I loved
Kind enough they were to understand
Went I, to King Shalva, with love in my heart
And…oh! rejected, refused and denied I was
Said he, that he could not have someone as wife
Some other man’s possession who was…
With a despondency, I returned
And asked Vichitraveerya to take me as his wife
Declined again, I asked Bheeshma for justice
He was the one, who had changed course of my life
He was the one who had snatched me away
He was the one in whose chariot I sat
Rightfully, I asked him to marry me
And it was then I realized, I had become a doormat
Bheeshma rebuffed me, reminded me of his pledge;
Wandered I from place to place, to get even.
Parshurama did help, fought for me-
Unfortunately, against Bheeshma, no one could have won
O God! Death of Bheeshma is what I seek
As a revenge for what I had to endure and face
O God! Give me justice, for I know I did not falter
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(Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is a well-known author. She has been honoured with many international/national/ regional level awards. We are extremely thankful to Ms. Neelam ji for permitting us to share her excellent poems with our readers. We will be sharing her poems on every Thursday Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is Executive Director (Systems) Mahametro, Pune. Her beloved genre is poetry. Today we present her poem “Celestial Ganga”. This poem is from her book “Tales of Eon)
☆ Weekly column ☆ Poetic World of Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra # 3 ☆
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(We are extremely thankful to Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi ji for sharing his literary and art works with e-abhivyakti. An alumnus of IIM Ahmedabad, Capt. Pravin has served the country at national as well international level in various fronts. Presently, working as Senior Advisor, C-DAC in Artificial Intelligence and HPC Group; and involved in various national level projects. We present a translation of Shri Sanjay Bhardwaj’s Hindi poem ” ब्लेक होल ” published in today’s साप्ताहिक स्तम्भ – ☆ संजय उवाच – #8 – ब्लेक होल ☆ . We extend our heartiest thanks for this beautiful translation. )
(Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is a well-known author. She has been honoured with many international/national/ regional level awards. We are extremely thankful to Ms. Neelam ji for permitting us to share her excellent poems with our readers. We will be sharing her poems on every Thursday Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is Executive Director (Systems) Mahametro, Pune. Her beloved genre is poetry. Today we present her poem “Dushyanta’s Regret”. This poem is from her book “Tales of Eon)
☆ Weekly column ☆ Poetic World of Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra # 2 ☆
☆ Dushyanta’s Regret ☆
(Dushyanta speaks when he is told by Gods that Shakuntala is indeed his wife and Bharat is indeed his son)
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(We are extremely thankful to Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi ji for sharing his literary and art works with e-abhivyakti. An alumnus of IIM Ahmedabad, Capt. Pravin has served the country at national as well international level in various fronts. Presently, working as Senior Advisor, C-DAC in Artificial Intelligence and HPC Group; and involved in various national level projects. We present an emotional poem of Capt. Raghuvanshi ji “Life goes on….”.)
(Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is a well-known author. She has been honoured with many international/national/ regional level awards. We are extremely thankful to Ms. Neelam ji for permitting us to share her excellent poems with our readers. We will be sharing her poems on every Thursday Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is Executive Director (Systems) Mahametro, Pune. Her beloved genre is poetry. Today we present her poem “Madhavi forgives Yayati”. This poem is from her book “Tales of Eon)
☆ Weekly column ☆ Poetic World of Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra # 1 ☆
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(We are extremely thankful to Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi ji for sharing his literary and art works with e-abhivyakti. An alumnus of IIM Ahmedabad, Capt. Pravin has served the country at national as well international level in various fronts. We present an excellent poetry depicting pain and sorrow of every river in the country. Every one is aware of the reasons and worried about the level of pollution. But, who will take the first step for the mankind. This poetry is actually anguish of the river sensed by Capt. Raghuvanshi ji.
In his own words
Visiting my place in Varanasi, situated at the confluence of Ganga and Gomati…
Wrote few lines on state of rivers in our country… Capt. Raghuvanshi:
Today, we present the poetry of Capt. Pravin Raghuvanshi ji “Anguish of the River…” .)
☆ Anguish of the River… ☆
River is not like *Neelkanth*, the Lord Shiva!
She was once a playful translucent river
And me, a carefree
ambitious damsel
Used to do *Aachman*,
sipping her sacred water while offering her my resolute obeisance…
I always stood by her
as a solid rock
Kept attending to all
–her evergrowing frustrations,
–her excruciating vexations,
–her boisterous predicaments
I was happy to be
the rock to her…
But, one day you came,
While clutching me
crossed all the limits
I didn’t like your
that filthy touch,
In a moment, I got disintegrated
into millions of sand particles…
Just fell devastated into
forlorn lap of the river
That’s when I realised that
river is not mere flowing water…
She, being a dextrous historian,
Kept scripting historical manuscripts,
Creating cultures, nurturing customs as a responsible ancestor…
She was also a
modern trendsetter
Always altering courses
on her freewill…
She was the seeker, a questor!
She was a loving-mother incarnate
That’s how I could live the sufferings of the river…
Now, you’ve removed even
the womb, intestine, heart,
flesh and marrow from her body…
So many times, I could
–Hear her sobbing from
the palatial garrets
–Witness the river
repeatedly shedding her
tears in the inner
layers of the roads
She too wanted to get dispersed as particles
in the thin air
Exactly like me!
But where could she go?
Where could she get accommodated? Where!!
As she did not have the river,
just like herself only…
I fell on her bosom, tiredly
Kept watching her helplessly,
While you choked her face
with a dirty cloth
Had to watch her painful sufferings,
Her writhing in agony,
even for a breath!
Her misery of breathlessness
was far worse than my dispersing into particles…
River, that joyfully
spilled around
its banks for ages
Now, in this epoch, has only last few breaths of life
Stinking, panting,
Counting her remaining breaths…!
How many times
did I beg of you
If you desire, take my remaining particles too; but,
Fill her with few breaths
in her lungs
By mouth-to-mouth resuscitation,
Just return her past glory
Which you forcibly
snatched her of,
Plant *Singi* tools
to pull all the poison
out of her body…
Listen,
River cannot survive
By drinking the poison
Because, river is not the *Neelkanth*, the Lord Shiva…!
Note:
*Neelkanth* (Blue throat), is the other name of Lord Shiva who drank the poison, without having effect on Him; as He held it in His throat which turned blue because of its severity; thus, called as *Neelkanth*
*Singi* is a tool which is used for sucking poison from the body…
(Inspired by the news published in a newspaper in which a mother donated her eyes with an unborn child before dowry-death. This poem has been cited from my book “The Variegated Life of Emotional Hearts”.)
☆ It’s not an eye-donation…. It is an eye-offering ☆
(Young author Shri Divyanshu Shekhar writes poems, stories, plays and scripts in Hindi and English. His first collection of poems “Zindagi – ek chalchitra” was published in May 2017 and first English Novel “Too Close – Too Far” in December 2018. Today we present his poem “Fair wasn’t fair “.)
☆ Fair wasn’t fair ☆
A kid and an adult went to a fair and my good luck, I was also there.
Kid was cute like a teddy bear while adult was looking fit and fair.
There were swings, which were trying to make everyone feel that you also have wings.
Kid didn’t try due to the fear of height while adult didn’t try due to backbite.
Kid tasted foods irrespective to the diet while adult was counting someone unhygienic bites.
Kid shouted and laughed while adult just smiled.
Kid had everything to act while adult had nothing to react.
Kid looked all the things with possibilities while adult watched all those with responsibilities.
Kid’s expenditure was hundred percent while adult couldn’t spend a single cent.
I tried to talk with them individually but my bad luck, they both returned simultaneously.
I observed both but a doubt in my mind is still active, was fair a noun or just an adjective?
