Announcement
Children get lost in the fair. Children failed in the exam run away.
Love fails and the lovers disappear
Without any of these my village disappeared
My village is not a little girl
Neither failed in the exam never cheated anyone
Apart loving and being loved it does not know anything else
For my village getting lost or running away
Even to disappear there is no chance
Wonderfully like the palace in Patalabhairavi….. my village disappeared
In finding my village
Would you help me a little?
Like the identifications told in the mike when children are lost in the fair
Like the details published in the papers when children run away
I will also tell the idenitities of my village
Help me a little in searching for my village
In front of the home, my village
Would appear like the faithful dog sitting stretching it’s legs
There the friendships that play stick in the sand would be there
Water holes like the friendship would there
Youngsters playing Kabaddi would be there
In the centre of the village like a pumpkin the temple would be there
Like the carpet spread out, the tank would be there
On the outskirts reminding of the tail of Hanuman
The school would be there
Winds of affection would waft all around
On the way to the school my home that embraces everyone would be there
Would these identification marks suffice? I know you can not find it out even
if I tell a lakh such
There would not be a ny use I know
You go round the entire earth
I know you can not see my village because
When you can not find your own village
When you are hunting for your own village, how could you find my village?
I must be a fool, since my village is not lost
I lost it, not just the village, I lost a lot
I know what I lost
I don’t intend counting them now
Then I don’t know counting
Childhood on, I am afraid of math
I am loosing this moment
From then on this moment is mine
I lost my father
He is always on the side of my minds eye
Whatever I lost all of them are mine
My village which lost my village is mine
There are no heavens
Whatever we lost are the heavens
Zimbo Rajendar
Cheating Clouds
All these days
In the sky hospital
We thought, you were getting treated for the sun stroke
But…
Like a prisoner on the run
Absconding from us
We never thought you will hit us with a famine
With your expertise in mimicking
Splitting our parched lives
Cutting with water
And uprooting us completely
We never thought you will perform better than human actors
Here any movement seen
Any animal caressed
Like an erring celebate
Are casting their heads down
The seed in the soil
And the embryo in the womb terrified by your blatantness
Are apprehensive to touch even the terra firma
Sun also declaring a war against us
Is throwing summer arrows
If you both join hands together
What would be left is an earth devoid of water
The saplings in the fields
Froglings in the pond
Have stood like soldiers in a formation
Even one day the mother stream
Did not take a headbath fully
Even on one day
Sons of water in a celebration
Did not venture into the fair of the sail
In the days bygone
We ate one grain in two meals and survived
One drop of water
We mixed with tears and drank
Now as even they have become like the crescent on the fourth
day
If we fall down like the derailed bogies
Apart from sensational death there is nothing that could
be done
As it is
In the sawing struggle of life and death
We are left like the tragic dust
For the beating of your hail storm
We make our heads bloody
Would offer our dreams as water
But…
Let your one tear drop fall on our fate written on the
face
Cleanse our lives with your water falls.
Udari Narayana
