Child Is A Mirror

Child Is A Mirror

Child is not a puzzle,
But a mirror
Of what a man be,
And not what man is?
His each act puzzles
A grown-up mind,
Pleases all kinds
As he is not a puzzle
at all.

He is what he looks,
He does
What he thinks,
He doesn't do
What he dislikes.

If he smiles he smiles,
If he cries,he cries,
There is no holding back
Of emotions
Be it anger or pleasure
Be it tears or laughter.

Unlike us
He staggers
When he strives
To walk,
Fall and rise
Become the same.
He limps
But moves endlessly
Towards horizon
That,for him,
Nature has planned.

But we have
A hazed and dusty glass
Where....
Even anger stricken face
Looks fully smeared
With grace.
Act and mind
Like unbridged river
Has their separate ways
On separate banks .

This combine
Makes a man hypocrite,
But the child
With simple oceanic ways
Always remains
A lasting craze
For generations
Till eternity.

TO MY BELOVED TEACHER

O,Inspiring candle:
O,light divine
Today you are far away,
But your memories still kindles
The holy fire of knowledge,
That leads the way of life
Like a 'pole star'.

You were our true guide,
You were the Savior of soul,
We always ignored
Your cordial approach
That you ever made
With a gentle touch
And an excellent grace.

Life is literature,
literature,life
Were not known to our mind,
But it was you
Who made us know
Glory of books
And essence of life.

Our heart weeps today
As you go home
Though we know
It's a temporal depart,
Yet surely we,ll miss you,
Miss your soft enchanting voice.

You are away
But your dedication stay
To remind us the days
Full of events,
Memorable moments
That keep coming in silent ways.

A time comes
When a farewell is made
With heart full of sorrow,
And eyes full of tears
But your image,ll stay
Till we stay on the earth.

Farewell to you,dear sir.
The world,ll remember you
As a person on move
Holding a burning candle
With both hands.


(IN THE LOVING MEMORY OF DR.B.GHOSH,MY ENGLISH TEACHER AND HEAD OF THE DEPARTMENT(ENGLISH),R.D.S. COLLEGE,UNIVERSITY OF BIHAR, MUZAFFARPUR,YEAR-1982)

DAUGHTERS NOT CURSE

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

बेटियां नहीं अब बोझ.....

धीरे-धीरे ही सही
बदल रही है सोच,
सोच की दिशा
हो रही है उत्तरायण,
बहने लगी है
परिवर्तन की बयार .

होती रही होगी
बिटिया कभी बोझ,
झुकाती रही होगी माथा
अपने माँ-बाप का
क्योंकि
उसे मिला होगा
कुंठित,संकुचित,
झूठी प्रतिष्टा का पैरोकार
सहमा हुआ समाज,
जो नहीं लांघने देता था देहरी
पीहर हो या ससुराल.

अब लोग
बेटियों को
नहीं मानते बोझ,
पूर्व-जन्म का पाप.
नहीं कहते हैं
उसे पराया धन .

अब तो
मां-बाप मांगने लगे है
ईश्वर से वरदान ,
झोली में देना
बिटिया ही दान.

पूछने लगे हैं
खुद से ही सवाल:
ऐसा क्या किया है बेटे ने
जो बिटिया ने नहीं किया,
फिर भी,
क्यों नहीं मिल रही.
उसे पहचान ?

आज
वह भी
कमा रही है नाम,
बढ़ रही है आगे
कंधे-से-कंधे मिलाकर,
बढ़ा रही है
जननी,
जन्म-भूमि का मान.

अब नहीं चाहिए
उसे वैशाखी
समाज की ,
बस चाहिए
एक कंधा
स्नेह- भरा
मां का हो या बाप का


DAUGHTERS NOT CURSE

Much water has flown
Under the belly of the bridge
Things have changed a lot,
Thoughts are going North
Emotions and wishes,skyward.

She might have been thought
To be a burden once
Whose weight might have lowered
The shoulders of her parents,
Forcing them to curse
The day she was born.

It was feeble social fabric,
With fake honor oriented mind,
Full of self-grown thoughts
Meaninglessly so mean,
Responsible for this fall
That followed her for long
And never allowed
To step out of the door.

Daughters are not so heavy now,
Nor the living curse of past
As our society made us feel,
Nor a thing to pass on,
But all bliss in disguise,
If you think,
A rare gift to mankind.

Today
Desires are very high
To have daughters in arms,
And around
That'll keep us fresh,
Keep us warm.

Like a worthy son,
Daughters are using
The same ladder
Scaling the same wall
In every walk,
She is mapping every inch
Of Earth and Sky.

She is all name and fame,
Making parents proud,
Like the followers of greats
Success and prosperity,
Both have fallen in line
.
Nature feels elated,
A nation feels proud
Neighbors feel high.
To have herself in race,
To match steps of men
She is marching ahead
With faster pace,
.
And now
The sun has chosen
A new sky to rise
And dispel altogether
The darkness of common mind.

All she needs today
Is not the crutches of society,
But a soft,sincere shoulder
To rest her head and heart
And move on with all comfort.