Saturday, October 20, 2012

Ruiya'r maajhe-



ora je bodo saheb'er lokera ora bole aishe,
na ruiya to Pakistan 
tomra na, 
kintu aamar baba, taar baba shobai to ruiya'e joliya moreche
oder ruiya roilo naa ki
aami to boi khata podi ni, aami ekti khepa pass class chaar
ora je bole na chadte hobe
aamiyo uthe shei ondhakre chole dilam
gram pichone shudhu maati dekha jaye
pukur aamar choto belar chotto kada jol hoye jaaye
aami choliya jaai matha nichu, ghad nichu
bidhoba maa'er chokher jol, aamar pet'e golay
eyi poth kata mati, eyi jirno bhanga shorir niye
aami desh chede deshe'e jaai

maajh rassta'e maa bole aamaye chadiya de
aami jete parum na-
budo maa, mora baap'er bhanga choshma niya
bot gaacher tolaye boshiya jaye, jaamu na jete parum na bole,
bole notun deshe chaai homu na, tor baap'e ki bolum
tomar maati faillaiyaa eshechi, naa jamu na
bhanga baba'er purano choshma, aamar maa, aami
gacher tola'y
aare ek ek kore lokera hete jaye,
notun deshe hete jaye.

Translation-(In the middle of Ruiya)

They are men of the bada sahab
they say 'Ruiya' is now Pakistan
it is not yours
But my father and his father have their ashes spread here
would Ruiya not be theirs
Never have I read a book, just passed fourth class somehow
when they say you have to leave
I start walking,
walking in the darkness
and beyond my village is just a remnant of soil
and the pond of my child hood is a mud puddle
and I walk head bowed and neck tied
my widow mother has tears in her eyes
and they gurgle inside my stomach and the whole being
this road of muds and stones and this body of broken bones
I walk beyond the country,
I walk to the country

My mother stops me midway, she says let me not go
let me not walk anymore
old woman holding tightly the old broken glasses of my father,
squats underneath the banyan, no I cannot walk anymore, I am too feeble
I cannot be ashed in the new land, your father how would I face him
what will I tell him, I abandoned his ancestors soil, left it uncared for
and the broken glasses of my old man, my mother and me
sit in the shades of this tree
and one by one all people walk by
to the new country they walk by.

1 comment:

Divenita said...

Your writing seems diluted. Hope everything is okay!