A new book - translations of Meena Kumari s poetry - is out. Cant wait to read it. Found an excerpt at scroll.in: Zamana Lamhe urte hain kabhi ya to titlion ki tarah Ya kabhi khusbuon ki manind cheekh uthte hain Simat’te-phailte sanche mein waqt ke dhal kar Ajeeb shakl ke ban kar ‘Zamana’ rakhte hain na’m Zamana? Lamhe – boorhe, ghareeb, f’aqajadah Lamhe ma’zi ke jo ki mar na sak’e Zamana! Jaise f’aqajadah giroh gid’dhon ka Bekafan um’meedon pe pahra deta hai Time Moments flutter like butterflies at times Or on occasion scream like fragrances Cast in the plastic moulds of time Transformed into a strange shape Come to be called “Time”. Time? Moments – old, indigent, emaciated Moments of the past that never died Moments of the past that couldn’t survive Time! Like a band of starved vultures Keeping vigil over unshrouded hopes. scroll.in/article/668699/The-poems-of-Indias-original-tragic-queen,-Meena-Kumari
Posted on: Tue, 01 Jul 2014 02:48:46 +0000
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