Valentine Gift, Not A Red Rose Flower Poem by Ravi Kopra
Valentine Gift, Not A Red Rose Flower
gulab ka laal phool na hoga
aur na hi hoga koee reshmi dil
main dooNga tume ek pyaaz ka tohfa
bhooray se kagaz k packet main
jaise pyaar hamare dil main aata hai
ye tohfa le aaey ga bahar tere dil main
aisay-
aansu le aaey ga ye teri aankhoN main
ek lover ki tarah
aur sheeshay main jab tum dekho gi apne ko
lagay ga gir rehi ho
pyaar k dukh main khaDay-khaDay
main jhooth nahin bol raha
ye koee sundar card ya chummi ka telegram no hoga
ye hoga ek ghanda
iski ek chummi rehe gi tere hotoN pe arsey tak
vafa se bhari hue, tumaiN hamesha chahti hue
jaise hum chahte hain ek doosre ko hamesha
is ko le lena
iski platinum rung ki gol gol kundliaN
sookh kar tumara dil kush karne ko
wedding-ring ki tarah bun jaeNgi
khaufnaak
iski sugand teri unglion main chapki rehegi
tere chaakoo k saath saath rehti rahegi
Note: The translation is in Hindi/Urdu.
Not a red rose or a satin heart.
I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.
Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.
I am trying to be truthful.
Not a cute card or a kissogram.
I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.
Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring,
if you like.
Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.
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