Raman Kumar Singh
(Translated from Hindi by Ayodhyanath Choudhary)
Flower wither
Spring suddenly goes away
But fragrance of flowers
Still remains in the air
Making the garden fragrant.
The silvery light of the full moon
Goes diminishing by degrees
The moon hanging in the sky
Gets invisible on the new moon night
In the sky, the twinkling stars go grieving openly
But the expectation of light never ends.
Certain things remain for ever
As hatred lingers
Alongside the ambition of love
Despite distances
The ambition of meeting time and again lingers.
The display of power goes on and on
But even the powerless one remain resistant
Besides it
With irrepressible patience.
Boats go jolting in storms
Yet continue moving forward
The trees, deeply- rooted underground,
Stand live even in the spate of storms.
Sounds go floating in the atmosphere
But voice does not end;
A poet passes away one day
Leaving his routine pen and paper back on his table
But the poems remain echoing
After him, until ages and ages to come.
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