Today's Thirtieth January
Write-if you must
Ask not for ink
Transfer tears on paper.
Sing-if you must
But break the Veena first and Harmonize the revolver.
O Painter ! Paint not gods or angels
Paint the dead man- the Messiah-
Infuse life in his life-less body
Lying still on the sands of Jamuna.
O Sculptor ! Make not, but behold
Love's last sigh-after being bullet-ed
Steel-clad Peace cries vehemently.
O Historian ! Write not- this dark page
Coming centuries will get blackened.
O Poet ! rhyme not- this hatred
Dead-living will be unable to live.
O Scientist ! Bomb not with atoms
Nagasaki is still the street of the dead
Underneath the tanks is trampled
Asia's glory- Korea.
Silence : O temple-bells
Silence : O mosque-priests
Silence : O book of religion
Because world's pacifist is tongue-tied.
Arise ! Arise ! All today
To go to Raj Ghat
Where-
Imagination is weaving a coffin
Couplets are inflaming the flames
Epics are holding their breath
Happiness is embracing unhappiness.
But stay ! Touch not
His SAMADHI
With your blood-stained fingers.
If you want to pray
Go to the pathway
Where Gandhi's in millions
Die daily.
(Translated by R.P.Chaddah)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem