RAJNI CHHABRA

(JULY3,1955)

SNATCH AWAY


Snatch away from me
All my poems
And allocate my feet
With wanderings.
After reaching destination,
I become sad, everytime.
Every ocean writes
Quench on my lips.

Every evening
The Sun sets
Mocking at me.
Chirpers, touching horizon
Make fun of my cage.
And love birds
Cause upheaval in me.

Grab from me
All attachments
Coz, whenever
The four Directions
Usher for me,
Four walls of my home,
Narrow down,
Tighten their grip on me.

Snatch away from me
All my verses.
And give me
That restless fire
That kindles in me
Before composing poems.

A POEM TRANSLATED BY ME

Submitted: Monday, April 29, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 20, 2013

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