Poems by Bhanwar Lal Jat / Translated by M. A. Rathore[

Poems by Bhanwar Lal Jat


INNER WOUND

Usually it is heard
Body gets hurt;
And inside or outside
There is a wound;
Light or severe
But most of the wounds are felt inwardly;
Those will take a lot of time to heal it;
Sometimes the inner wound is felt
Too deep to heal having no end.

Wounds those are felt
At ego,
In the mind
And on the character can be treated only
With the soft and cool ointment of the modesty,
A natural remedy.

With Allopathy
The disease cannot be eradicated,
A myth is heard.

However it is better
To rub the wounds lightly,
Adding some praise in the melodious voice
Ogling and giggling with patting of words
Are more than an ointment.


EYES

To see,
Having seen think about,
Having thought meditate over,
Having meditated evaluate
And then surge
On the ground of feelings
The execution of the surging waves
The base of all the processes are nothing but 'the eyes'.

Eyes are sometimes not eyes
(the instrument to see)
But the wings of life-sky
Which measure
The length, breadth and height of the world.

But most of the eyes
Having opened
Can they see everything?
Though having been our eyes
We stumble;
We overlook
While somebody is being humiliated;raped
And we watch
The breaking string of the last breath.

Is this the function of our eyes?
Just to see the wrong done.
Better to be blind than to see
The dead feelings;
Somebody enjoys the pleasures of the eyes
Though having a good name
But he works like a blind
Is this the aim of our life?

Had we be blind,
We would have not been worse?
Everything would have been well
And enjoyed the work we do.
Better to get treated our inner eyes

And feel proud on our actions;
Only this, is the urge of the throbbing heart.
Let's do something great
Before the time of ultimate departure.




Translated by M. A. Rathore