Transformation Poem by Mamta Agarwal
Transformation
We were just married a while,
The world had yet not been invaded by mobile.
So there was lot of laughter and smiles
Early morning we would walk for miles.
Chinaar trees, Tulips, Daffodils, cherry blossoms-
The beauty of it was truly awesome.
On an indolent noon, a shikara ride
With the boatman working as a tourist guide.
How effortlessly the hours passed,
As we slowly waded through the calm waters and went past,
Dal and Nishaat Lake, in utter awe.
Pristine beauty of the hills for the first time I saw.
Young girls in boats selling local ware,
So calm, serene, gentle and fair.
In just ten years all hell broke loose,
Blood all around in place of soft hues.
All was desecrated with irreverence.
The valley was shorn of its very essence.
Those who forever had lived in harmony,
Overnight became sworn enemies.
What not are we driven to for self preservation.
People were fleeing not knowing their destination.
Countless became paupers and homeless
And fled to the safety of refugee camps.
How many lives lost over a piece of land?
Politics of war made me sad.
Terror affected psyche of one and all.
On reading the news, i felt appalled.
I still dream of those days gone by,
When the valley was alive, i thought with a sigh.
Why can’t we live in harmony and peace?
And bring back those days when every one was at ease.
I could not comment on Nostalgia, I went past the page in a hurry to copy the rest, then I read, Transformation, I stopped myself - To take a sip a draught before slaking other's thirst, You talk so effortlessly of daily experience, so mature your thoughts so deep the sad springs of heart which feel with pain the agony of lost peace, Peace which we didn't name or think of seperately, it was a part of and way of life. Now sad, this life we lead where shadows of terror snap at our feet. Angel
I can feel in the poem that in olden days everything was cool and beautiful but nowadays we are progressing leaps and bounds in vain crushing so many innocent lives for our own sake. It reminds me of olden days when I was at village and everything was ok there but in today's time nothing is good. Today's time is very hectic and fast. Good piece of writting.
Your pen bleeds serenity, and simplicity....and this is an artform ''ne plus ulta'', all of its own. And, by simplicity, i am not inferring that your work lacks substance or sophistication....just the opposite....Your style, is one that will reach and satisfy a broad spectrum of readership...as you speak of topic & theme that most everyone has had an experience with....and you deliver it with mellifluousity & meticulous detail. ~ FjR ~ ..2008..
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/7/2024 2:57:15 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A nice poem mamta, about the condition of kashmir; then and now! It has become dreadful to think of being in same valley where once, one dissolved ones self in the beauty of nature. I liked it.