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अपनी माटी


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जहाँ सूर्य की पहली किरण से
हर सवेरा अपनी माँग सजाता;
जहाँ अनंत नील गगन
असीम समुद्र में लय हो जाता;
जहाँ लहराते हरे खेतों पर
स्वर्णिम सरसों मुकुट चढ़ाती;
सब रंगों से सजी हुई
सतरंगी है वह अपनी माटी।

जहाँ ईश्वर को साथ पुकारें
मस्जिद की अजान मंदिर की घंटी;
जहाँ प्रभात का स्वागत करती
कोयल की वह मधुर बोली;
जहाँ आज भी रास रचाती
राधा की पायल कान्हे की बंसी;
अमर रागों को सुनती-गाती
सुरीली है वह अपनी माटी।

आज वही सूरज वही गगन
वही कोयल है पुनः पुकारती;
दिल में लाखों प्रश्न लिए
आर्य-पुत्र को है ललकारती।
गीत शौर्य का गाते हुए
बलिदानों की याद दिलाती
महापुरुषों ने देखा जो सपना
वही स्वप्न है पुनः दिखाती

बहुत कुछ है पाया; बहुत कुछ है पाना
लम्बे कठिन इस मार्ग पे तुम कहीं थक न जाना।
मार्ग कठिन है; देखो देश कहीं भटक न जाए
कीचड़ से कली फूटी है; बिन खिले सूख जाए।

Happy Republic Day to all Indians… 🙂

Translation is not possible (yet again)… However, I present the Roman transliteration for some of my dear readers…

Jahaan surya ki pratham kiran se
Har sawera apni maang sawaarta
Jahan anant neel gagan
Aseem samudra mein lay ho jaataa
Jahaan lehraate hare kheton par
Swarnim sarson mukut chadhaati
Sab rangon se saji hui
Sanrangi hai wah apni dharti

Jahaan prabhaat ka swaagat karti
Koyal ki wah madhur boli
Jahaan ishwar ko saath pukaaren
Masjid ki ajaan, mandir ki ghanti
Jahaan aaj bhi raas rachaaye
Raadhaa ki paayal, Kanhe ki bansi
Amar raagon ko sunti gaati
Surili hai wah apni maati

Aaj wahi suraj, wahi gagan
Wahi koyal hai punah bulaati
Dil mein laakhon prashn liye
Arya putra ko hai lalkaarti
Geet shaurya ka gaate hue
Balidaanon ki yaad dilaati
Maha purushon ne dekha jo sapna
Wahi swapn hai punah dikhaati

Bahut kuchh hai paayaa, bahut kuchh hai paana
Lambe kathin is maarg pe; kahin tum thak na jaana
Marg kathin hai, dekho desh kahin dhatak na jaaye
Keechad se kali phooti hai, bin khile sookh na jaaye.

When I Forget Myself


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This is a poem that I write to myself for a day when I betray my nation and settle abroad. I earnestly hope I would never need to read it to myself…

Millions of dreams seen in eyes
Aspirations that grow as time flies
Hopes conjured of a better tomorrow
With much more joy and lesser sorrow

Don’t you see the privileged one!
The clever, the talented, second to none;
The endless desire, the helpless stare
Which looks upon you in times of despair?

You live in the land that sings of glory
Relive the pride, the forgotten story
Today our mother carves for the golden days
When knowledge and culture flowed our ways

What makes you leave your mother in pain?
There is wrong to be corrected; do not refrain
There are beautiful places you aspire to roam
But nowhere else will you find a second home

Millions of shoulders you stand upon
How dare you forget them and try to move on?
You traitor! who sings a selfish tone
Who used their dreams to live his own

Coward you are; scared of grief
You stole their hopes; you are a thief!
Didn’t think twice as you betrayed their future
You selfish man; a shameless creature!

Time is not gone; you are not dead
There is a hope; waiting to be spread
Come back to yourself; in this lovely world
There is a flag; waiting to be unfurled

The value of a smile is too high to be measured
For it has nothing but true joy to be treasured
Embrace the nation as she embraces you
See her smile as you start your life anew

Diu Trip in Photos: Part 4: INS Khukri


On one of the most picturesque shores of Diu lies the memorial of INS Khukri which sank near the Diu coast as she was hit by three torpedoes during the 1971 Indo-Pak War. May the Gallantry Warriors rest in peace.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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