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Premonition Poems by Arjan Dev Majboor
Time
Forgotten memories
and
the heart-rending serpent
tore my heart.
She plaited her hair,
lit a lamp
and
spoke a riddle.
There was lightning
and
the flames went up.
Worry burst out mysteriously.
The sun plays
a new game
in the blue sea.
It appeared
and
shone in the reflection of the
shade.
Two infants
gripped the root of a tree.
The whirlpool of worries
flowed,
the cosmos stopped its journey
some stars
faded on the edge of the sky
The moon
forgot
its beams.
In this age of topsy-turvydom
a leaf
hangs
on the top of a tree.
Should I wait
or
jump upon the earth?
The sky dreads
Men live
In the ant hills.
There are no walls
but
the doors are closed.
All have forgotten
the tomorrow.
Time is frightened
on
the frightful banks
of the river.
Neagrai
Speak,
Where will you go now?
What solution lies
in your hands?
You will be known
by your face
They will burn you.
What place are you from ?
You came out of
the tremulous oceans
and
rivers.
The peaks of worries face you
The roads
are
covered with dust.
Where will you go now?
The lotus
entrapped you.
The colour of the spring
flew.
The rays of the sun
suck the barren land.
there is none
to protect
the dancing dew.
Cupid too is all ash.
Who are you writing to ?
There is a curse
on
settlements.
The gardens of life
sob.
Spending one day
is
Crossing a mountain.
Don’t sing
fearlessly
in the city.
You will be sold
for a coin.
Don’t go towards a ghat.
The Vitasta
is all blood
and
poison.
The dead bodies of
women
are without shrouds.
In the past
they
longed for children
from the river
When
the lamps flowed with
the water.
We had dreams.
The wishes
remain
unfilled.
Rest a while
when you
Climb the mountain
and
Watch
The daggers dance
under the chinar trees.
Listen,
the colourful valley
burnt
because of the bombs.
Where do you have to go?
Where is the way?
There is a tempest
in the valley
of the seers.
Heemal has risen
from a deep sleep.
Nobody showed
love to her.
Show strength
and
walk through the forests and
the throns.
Experience
pain and agony
and
Then breathe.
The hawks
are
flying over the mountains.
They will drink your blood.
You cannot escape the net.
*(Translated from the original Kashmiri by Prof.
Arvind Gigoo)
Source: Kashmir
Sentinel
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