Dina Nath Nadim
Biography of Dina Nath Nadim
Dinanath Nadim (दीनानाथ नादिम) was a prominent Kashmiri poet of the 20th century. He was born in Srinagar city and with him began an era of modern Kashmiri poetry. He also virtually led the progressive writers movement in Kashmir. Rooted to the soil of Kashmir, Nadim's language was spoken Kashmiri, though he initially wrote in Hindi and Urdu as well. He influenced a large group of poets of his age as well as younger than him.
Nadim also wrote operas like Vitasta ( Jhelum River ), Safar Taa Shehjaar ( The Journey And The shade )Heemaal Taa Naaegrai ( Heemaal and Naagraaj ), Shuhul Kull ( The Shady Tree ) and Bombur Taa yamberzal( Bumble Bee And The Narcissus Flower), the most popular being Bombur Taa yamberzal', which was the first opera to be published in Kashmiri. Me Chhum Aash Paghich (I am hopeful of tomorrow) is the most powerful Anti war poem in Kashmiri which Nadim wrote.
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Dina Nath Nadim Poems
A Flower Spoke To The Soil
A flower spoke to the soil but its pains remained untold; the bushes were pruned
A Path, Running Through A Field
A path, running through a field, ended near a stream. Over the other bank
A Coat For Rain
I WALKED into that room. I took the raincoat off, set it hanging On a nail; I spun around Cold, to consider at length and well
A Hut Leaned Against A House
A hut leaned against a house counting its days winter after winter.
His Colour Told Me
His colour told me it was he. I tried to name him but
A Chrysanthemum Espied A Marigold
A chrysanthemum espied a marigold and said: 'Why hurry! Stay a while.
A Teaf Detached From A Tree
A leaf detached from a tree and fell dancing upon the earth. The turf said:
My Hope Of Tomorrow
I dream of tomorrow When the world will be beautiful ! O how bright the day, how green the grass !
By The Foot Of A Hill
By the foot of a hill a butterfly winged back trembling to its home. On the way
Spring-Wind Passed By Our Door
Spring-wind passed by our door and with restive fingers beat its breast.
A Cloud Shinned Up A Mountain
A cloud shinned up a mountain, a lightning struck it; it felt helpless when
A Road Jumped Into A Lane
A road jumped into a lane; darkness was rooted there. Two doors closeby whispered
I Will Not Sing Today
I will not sing today, I will not sing of roses and of bulbuls of irises and hyacinths
In The Mid Summer
In the mid summer the leaves of young poplars fell. Only a few leaves crowned them;
A Coat For Rain
I WALKED into that room.
I took the raincoat off, set it hanging
On a nail; I spun around
Cold, to consider at length and well
Myself, it seemed, hanging there
On a nail—