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Saturday, February 26, 2011

A memory of childhood

I remember vividly my childhood days,
how I enjoying the two months summer vacations days.
To escape the scorching heat we'd pack our stuff,
from delhi and bombay we'd catch the plane, train and bus.

Tired and wilted into the cool valley we arrived,
there in the hillside my paternal grand parents lived.
Water there like bottled water from the fridge's snow,
all around us natural clean air would blow.

We would play all day without any restrictions,
kanalpathari or to baghsu we would go with aspiration.
Programmes for pic-nic we would make and set off on foot,
the flowing water was blocked with a slate for mangoes to cool..

Our bedding would be in the courtyard of grandparents house,
the cool breeze would provide a mother's lap and the stars showering guiding from above.
Grandmother would tell strange stories,
of fairies and u.f.o's would be these stories.

Now there is no grandfather or grandmother and we grow old too,
but even now I go to those cool vallies.
My children accompany me during their excurtations,
I take them along with me to their maternal grandmothers residence.
renukakkar 26,02.2011


एक याद बचपन की

याद हमें आती हैं बचपन के दिनों की, 
दो महीने की छुट्टियो को बीताने के दिनों की. 
तपती गर्मीयो के दिनों में सब भागते, 
दिल्ली मुंबई से पलेन, ट्रेन और बस पकड़ते. 

थके और मुरझाऐ ठंडी वादियों में पहुंचते, 
जहाँ रहते थे दादा दादी हमारे. 
वहां का पानी जैसे फ्रिज में रखखी बिसलेरी. 
चारो तरफ प्राकृतिक हवा थी चलती. 

बिना रोक टोक सारा दिन हम उधम मचाते, 
कभी कनालपत्थरी तो कभी भाग्सू हम जाते. 
पिक-निक की योजना बनाकर पैदल ही चलते, 
झर्ने के पानी में सलेट लगा आम ठन्डे थे करते. 

रात को बिच्छोनें लगते थे आंगन में, 
तारों के नीचे शुद्ध और ठंडी वायु की गोद में. 
दादी सुनाती थी अजब कहानियाँ, 
पारियों तथा यु अफ औ की कहानियाँ. 

न दादा न दादी रहे और न रहे बच्चे हम, 
परन्तु अब भी जाते हैं ठंडी वादियों में हम. 
गर्मी की छुट्टियों में अपने बच्चों को लेकर, 
जाते हैं हम अब बच्चों की नानी के घर. 

रेनू कक्कर 26.2.2011

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

The Star and the Sunflower

Hey you up there shining so bright,
How you light up the darkness of the night.
Along with your sister companions,
To lost strangers you show directions.

How can you do that I wonder?
So tiny you are and coming from yonder.
I move with the sun as its follower,
you see I am just a sunflower.

Your light comes from another world,
like the twinkling of the sun in the waterworld.
You remain hidden during the day,
but come out at night to play.

I wish I could be like you,
tied to earth I am it is true.
Like you I would love to be free,
to travel afar and useful to be.

Why do I lament, I am a beautiful flower,
the sun's image within I have acquired.
The star you see above in the night skies,
is a sun of another world like mine.

The star on its own cannot give much light,
all stars combine to shine their light with might.
You are a compound of flowers gathered,
teaching people to live together.

Your  each part has uses of beauty & oils.
after your death compose you provide.
Till your end each part is useful of yours,
like each good individual makes a nation good and pure.

We should realise like the sunflower
and not underestimate our power.
We each as individuals have potential,
but when together we are invincible.

renukakkar 22.2.2011