9 Jan 2017
I took a piece of plastic clay
Then I took a piece of living clay
हात तुझे सोनुले सरसावते होते
नाजूक तूज्या ओठांतून गोडं
कळी कधी उमलून गेली
आता अपुरे हात माझे , तुला
उचलून झोका करण्यासाठी ,
Thank you.
Dear ,
Mother and Father
I too have gone through this process
and enjoyed the gain & pain of as a parent. You may have also experienced it. The poem here below are the inner feelings of mother may be archaic or today.
Poem I read in 1998 seen no author. Author is "Unknown". Since
that day I wanted to translate it into Marathi which I could get it in 2015. But before this I
wrote one poem accidentally in one of the HR company program is also here at
the end this blog.
SCULPTURE- अमूर्त मूर्त
And idly fashioned it,one day,
And as my fingers pressed it,still
It moved and yielded to my will. - 1
I came again, when days were passed
,
That bit of clay was hard at last,
the form I gave it,still it bore,
And I could change that form no
more- 2
Then I took a piece of living clay
And I gently formed it,day by day,
And moulded it with my power and
art,
A young child’s soft and yielding
heart. - 3
I came again when years were gone,
It was a man I looked upon,
He still that early impress bore,
And I could change it, nevermore. –
4 ( I read it in 1998)
— AUTHOR UNKNOWN
मराठी मुक्त भाषांतर (In 2015)
अमूर्त मूर्त
एकदा की नाही
मातीचा
एक
गोळा हातात मी
घेतला
हात फिरविता - फिरविता त्याला
साचा अiकार येत
गेला,
हळुवार बोटांचा खोल
ठसा माझ्या नकळत
पडला
पुन्हा फिरून मी
अIले तेव्हा दिवस;
गेले होते निघून
ईवलासा तो गोळा
साचा पक्का होऊन
गेला बनून,
माझ्याच मनीची मूर्ती ती चकीत घाले बघून
अIता काही उपयोग
नव्हता कशीही बोटे
पाहिली फिरवून. २
पंचतत्वांना पोटी माझ्या मग
घेऊनी केले गोळा
लोण्यागत त्या कोवळ्यासाठी रात्रीचा मग
दिवस झाला,
ओंजळीत घेऊन आकार
आता फुंकर मारून
दिला
सांन लव्हाळ मनाचा
पुतळा संजीवन होऊन
ठेला.- ३
परत फिरून मी
आले तेंव्हा वर्षे
गेली होती सरून
ना मावे डोळ्यात कडा
पापण्यांच्या गेल्या ओलावून ,
लोण्यावरती छाप केसाचा राहिला
होता टिकून
अन सहजच गेले
त्या बदलाया अशक्य
! स्तंभित झाले हसून .-4
- Rajan SRS ( 3 Jan 2015 )
To the concern mother -
There is one the most loveable , precious , caring ,
pleasant thing around the world for the
mother is her child .
Here I would request all my mother to think over it , wait
,take a pause .This mother is inside you. You are mother earth. I kmow you are
misguided by so called Socialist Republic People but by nature you are mother
.Strong , enthusiastic , pure , intelligent and responsible . You may think I
am orthodox , then it may not affect me but you are affecting the system of
nature . Because by nature knows only
mother but not father . you may repudiate but it is true .
It is also true that due to some of the historical
mismanagement and due to some of the so called religious agents you are feeling
that just thinking about being mother is may be the very passé . And I do agree
our woman how much discrimination they could have faced at that time ? But is
his the way to deny the motherhood ? I would mean to say ‘Feminine’ by nature .
It has no replacement it require for the total wellbeing and future of the
child . You may know there are ‘KMC’ centers are started in foreign most developed countries called : Kangaroo
Mother Care Centers . decades of study reveled that in early stage of child if
remains in the vicinity of mother like
kangaroo then immune power is increase in a such a way that child can remain
unaffected to many fatal diseases and can face most of the epidemic diseases .
And also study says that these children become mentally strong , which is now
very much require at this juncture of stressful life , which they have to
face the day to day distraction at home
, school , outside , social media , TV and other many unavoidable things .
So can it be think in this way which may reduce your stress
, because if child misbehaves then people hold parents responsible and more is
mother , which you have to suffer when there is no mistake .
And being a woman if you decide then also you can avoid , so
better make your mind to remain calm and peaceful , which will help you and
your entire family , ultimately the society and nation .
1)
Motherhood is the gift of nature .
2)
One of the most soft and silky thing
in the nature .
3)
Most systematic incarnation of
nature .
4)
The nature’s very prudent
manifestation
5)
Hermit , Selfless , rendering thing
in cosmos is the woman .
Now you
to decide what to think and where to go .
In 1994
I have been called in one of the multinational pharmaceutical organization in
Patalganga Industry as a resource faculty for their employees HR training
program where out of my four session one day I am requested to talk about the
family and parents because that day employee's better half wife also invited .
It was unnoticed call for me . There , one hour before suddenly one thought
aroused in my mind that transferred on the page - a poem . that is also here , if
you feel , just read .
In this poem father opens his heart :
He says we were busy in our work while you were need
us most , but we were lost in accumulating thing not even for today but for
tomorrow , and that process such we were turn deaf ear ,could not turned over to your sweet inarticulate lips.
It is
the heart of father regrading for , the loss of opportunity , the child which
was then just for short period of time , which we were in stupor . But the time has passed away , he has grown up now . I cant swing him in my palms now , so at last let me request for my then days where I will old but the same as like a baby child .
हात तुझे (Wrote before above poem at the time of Pharma company HR program in 1994)
माझ्या गळी पडण्यासाठी ,
मी मात्र गळा काढीत होतो
शहाणे जग करण्यासाठी ,-१
पाय तुझे दुडदुडत होते
माझ्या पायात आडखळण्यासाठी,
मी मात्र धडपडत होतो
आज आहे उद्याच्या बर्गरसाठी
.- २
नाजूक तूज्या ओठांतून गोडं
शब्द फुटायचे आमच्यासाठी ,
पण तोंड तुझे बंद करायचो आम्ही
टीव्हीवरच्या घर झगड्यासाठी ,-३
कळी कधी उमलून गेली
आम्हाला कळण्या आधी
उशिरा पण आता कळले
तो तेंव्हा होता आमच्यासाठी .-४
तेंव्हा आता चित्रावळीत
शोधतो आम्ही छकुल्यासाठी
पण बालपणही त्याचे सरले
आता
स्मृतीत आम्ही ठेवण्या आधी .-५
आता अपुरे हात माझे , तुला
उचलून झोका करण्यासाठी ,
पण विसरू नको हात तुझे
मजला अंतकाळी देण्यासाठी .-६ ( 1 Jan 1994)
-
- Kaivalyanand
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