Inheritance! / विरासत Poem by Geetha Jayakumar
Inheritance! / विरासत
Inheritance!
The blanket embellished with typical artwork.
Winter nor summer the snippet could hold.
Melancholic memories trail its framework.
Its restricted dimension not developed to unfold.
108 beads of rosary I gained in legacy.
While chanting your name I went on twirling the beads.
What escalated my heart, were the waves of agony
The beads broke down and fell into 108 seeds.
I do not want the blanket or beads in heritage,
The spark that you left on such abandoned ruins
Which is now pulling the anecdote from wreckage
Just before my eyes memories were stewing.
What to talk on gains that do not rhyme?
Though mortals attains salvation in course of time!
© 2016 Geetha Jayakumar. All rights reserved.
विरासत
एक कम्बल मनसूबा से अलंकृत
ना सर्द ना ग्रीष्म का हो सका वो चिथड़ा
विषाद में डूबी अनुस्मरण
ना विकसित हुआ विस्तार से वो कभी
समय ने ही किया उसका भी उद्धार |
१०८ मोतियों से बानी थी सुमिरनी
जो मुझे विरासत में मिली
पिरोया मोतियाँ तुम्हारे नाम की
दुखों की लहर दिल पर उछली
मोतियाँ टूट कर १०८ बीज में बिखर गयी |
मैं विरासत में कंबल या मोती ना चाहूँ
चिंगारी जिसे आपने त्याग दिया खंडहर पर
जो उपाख्यान खींच रहा है अब मलबे से भी
आज भी जो सुलग रही है स्मृति पर |
किस लाभ की बात करू मैं जो गुनगुना नहीं सकती?
समय ही तय करती है मनुष्यों की मुक्ति |
© 2016 Geetha Jayakumar. All rights reserved.
किस लाभ की बात करू मैं जो गुनगुना नहीं सकती? समय ही तय करती है मनुष्यों की मुक्ति | What to talk on gains that do not rhyme? Though mortals attains salvation in course of time! Bothe the versions are oustanding but I liked the Hindi version more. Great work.
Melancholic memories trail its framework. Its restricted dimension not developed to unfold. Some objects revive painful memories in us.....! The blanket and the rosary of beads you got as inheritance. When the rosary of beads broke it unleashed a number of broken memories!
What should i say rather than a beautiful and sweet heart and mind...all we need is rememberance and love.
'Melancholic memories trail its framework' - A deep observation expressed in so few words, liked it very much. On a similar but not quite the same theme, I have a poem titled 'An Embroidered Quilt And The Woven Dreams', published in this site on 15 April 2015. You may like to have a look.
With the rosary broken the beads were transformed into seeds reminiscing the past. A touching poem.
Powerful and personal words pieced together with us feeling deep emotion. Beautiful.
A rosary of a poem made of beads of pain. Yet, it is sweet as all our sweetest songs are those tell of saddest thought. (10)
Nice to read, nice to compose as song.Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Winter nor summer the snippet could hold. Memories build beautiful framework. Typical artwork is embellished on blanket. Gaining a legacy through beds of rosary motivates mind. Every matter acquired is mortal in this Earth and becomes ruin. But life keeps ambition of salvation and spiritual journey is of course needed. Excellent and brilliant poem is shared here...10