Our Ancient Orchard by Kedar Nath Sharma
And brought out by Minerva Press in 2001
Is a venture into the pure joys of fancy and imagination,
But it gets spilled over
And spoiled
When wit and conceit paly the spoilsport
And Kedar Nath loses Blakian innocence.
Our Ancient Orchard is the title poem
With which the poem begins starts
And he keeps delving
From innocence and ignorance
To the spill of joys
Childish and divine
And we turning witty and conceited.
Sometimes it comes to naturally,
Somewhere strugglingly,
Somewhere he loses the verve
And appears to be doing
The patch-work,
An amamteur cobbling the things
To sing heartfully and heartlessly.
The second poem named Zero
Is all about
Being a zero,
Not a hero,
As the world is a zero
And nothing heroic,
I am, I was and I shall be,
A zero, a big zero.
God created man,
But who created God,
How did he come to see him,
Did hallucinations turn into
The dogmas of religion
And man’s realization of His existence,
Is it mythic?
Our Ancient Orchard, Zero, Living,
God is Hard of Hearing These Days,
Joy is Gaysome, I am So Tall,
At Priyadarshani, My Voice is Not Shrill,
It is Past Midnight, Hatred Has No Form,
The Capital’s Collages,
The poems
Telling of his style.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem