Main apne saath
koi cheeze le kar jaaooN gi
lakin ek kursi bhi
baDi bhadi aur bhaari ho gi
paint nikal kar
suitcase main paD jaey ga
kabjoN ki awaaz se lagay ga
koi is ki chori kar raha hai
paneer pe kapDay kpin
na lagay raheN gay
in k bina paneer saada sa lagay ga
akaash main har taraf ghaDghaDahat much gayi
chatriaN khoob bichne lagiN
lakin regaistan main tumbarsaat chahtay ho
'ashaant na karo' ka kard ab sub toota-foota paDa hai
main ne keyi baar kaafi ki dukan se
chotay chotay chini k packet chutayey hain
ta k jab main Turkry main ho-hoon
to kafi main chini maila loon,
aur iTly main Lithuanian pastry ko yaad karoon
lakin kafi kahan ha
baayaN aur daayaN haath, dono ab kisi kaam k nahin hain
ghutnay kaDak kaDak kartay hain
dil ko aisi shaanti hai
jasay koi film ka hero akhir main
apni aankoN ko bheng kar
suraj ko dekh raha ho
jaisay chahho tum us pe
chatri nahin laga saktay
aur kya vo kapday k pin se
khud kashi karay ga
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Souvenir - Poem by Jane Hirshfield
I would like
to take something with me
but even one chair
is too awkward
too heavy
peeling paint
falls off in a suitcase
hinge sounds betray a theft
cheeses won't keep
the clothes pin
without its surroundings
would be mediocre
the big thunder rolled elsewhere
the umbrella is for sale
but in a desert what you want is a soaking
the do not disturb sign is tattered
I have many times taken
some cafe's small packets of sugar
so that in Turkey
I might sweeten my coffee with China,
and in Italy remember a Lithuanian pastry
but where is the coffee
hands left and right useless
knees clattery
heart finally calm
as some hero at the end of a movie
squinting silently into the sun
you can't hold an umbrella there anyhow
and what would he hang from the clothespin
-Jane Hirshfield
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