BETI BACHAO ABHIYAAN

GREEN PALE LEAVES

GREEN PALE LEAVES
Glorify them
Go near them
And compliment them.

They are green
Even on the thorny sprigs.
They are green
Irrespective of their age
Young or middle aged.

They occupy
Only that much space
Which was allotted?
To them initially

The more you
Converse with them
The more greener
They become.

They retain their green hue
Had they been pale, no matter.
They provide me peace of mind
And I reciprocate.

A poem originally com
RAJNI CHHABRA

posed in Hindi by Rajendra Joshi ji and translated into English with his consent.

HAPPY VASANT PANCHAMI

MISTAKE

You were
Destined to be line
On my palm.
God, mistakenly
Drew it, on palm of
Some body else.

Penance of this  mistake
Of God, God knows
We will bear
For how many
Life spans.


A poem originally composed in Panjabi by Dr. Amarjeet Kaunke and translated by me into English, with his consent.

RAJNI CHHABRA

WANDERING CLOUD

Pleased to share with Bengali Translation of my poem in English WANDERING
CLOUD. Presented for you alongwith my Original Poem

Wandering Cloud
by Rajni Chabra
translated in Bengali by Subir Majumder.
ভবঘুরে মেঘ
সুবীর মজুমদার
এক ভবঘুরে মেঘ
এসে থেমেছিল
আমার উঠোন ‘পরে।
বৃষ্টিও কিছু ঝরিয়েছিল।
দিয়েছিল,স্নেহসিক্ত ছায়া
শান্তিময় অনুভূতি ।

ঈশ্বরই জানেন—
মেঘটা ভেসে গেল
কোন অজানায়?
সময় ভাসিয়ে নিল তাকে
ঝোড়ো বাতাসের মত।

এক তীব্র ব্যথা অনুভবে
ভাবনা আসে মনে
একমুঠো আকাশ
যদি যেত পাওয়া
পেতাম মেঘের ভালবাসা
রোদ ঝলসানো উঠোন ’পরে
বইত পূবের হাওয়া।
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রোদ ঝলসানো উঠোন ‘পরে
বইত পূবের হাওয়া। 25/10/2016
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A Wandering Cloud

A wandering cloud
That had halted
In my courtyard
For a while
Showering
Protective affection
With its blissful shade

God only knows
Where had it been swayed
By merciless
Winds of Time.

A pang stirs my mind
Oh that I could own
A fistful sky
To grab that cloud

Instead of scorched courtyard
I would have breathed
Sandal smeared breeze
In my abode.

RAJNI CHHABRA

GYPSY MIND/ যাযাবর মন

Gypsy Mind
Moving on pathway of life
Suddenly, 

Comes across

Favorite travel mate

We secretly
Cherish a wish
Let this journey
Never accomplish

May each moment
Turn into an epoch
And journey continues
Epoch after epoch

যাযাবর মন
সুবীর মজুমদার
(A translated work of Rajni Chhabra's poem GYPSY MIND) by Subir Majumder

জীবনের পথে চলেছে আমার
যাযাবর মন
হটাৎ দেখা প্রিয় পথিকের
সে এক শুভক্ষণ ।
গোপনে লালিত
সুপ্ত বাসনা
এ চলার যেন
না থাকে ঠিকানা।
প্রতি পদে যেন
লিখি ইতিকথা
চলেছি আমরা এখনো দুজনা
কত কথা মোরা করি য়ে রচনা।

INTRODUCTION

After admission in school

On first day in class

Teacher instructed

Each and every child

To give self introduction.

Children ,standing

Started giving introduction individually.

My father is doctor.

Mine is clerk.

Mine is shopkeeper.

Mine teacher.

In whole class

Two children

Were hesitating in telling

Occupation of their father.

Out of these

Father of one was cobbler

And of the other one

A peon.

And the next day

Both the children

Did not attend the school.

A poem by Dr. Amarjeet Kaunke , originally composed in Gurmukhi and translated into English, with his consent.

Rajni Chhabra

কস্তুরী মৃগ/MUSK DEER

কস্তুরী মৃগ
সুবীর মজুমদার
(A translated work of Rajni Chhabra's poem MUSK DEER)

কস্তুরী মৃগ
আপন গন্ধে মাতোয়ারা
হৃদয় মাঝারে খুশির জোয়ার
তবুও যেন সে দিশাহারা ।

MUSK DEER
Enwrapping scent of musk
In himself
Confused was wandering
Musk deer

Ocean of happiness
Confined within himself
Was moving betrayed
In all the four directions

My poem MUSK DEER extracted from my poetry book MORTGAGED, along with

Translation into Bengali by noted poet and translator from Kolkata, Subir Majumder ji

Dr. B.R.Ambedker

Integrity, solidarity and prosperity
Were the keywords, occupying your mind
When you were framing the constitution of India.
We are basking in the dense shade of
Your blissful, mature thoughts.
Downtrodden could get redress coz
You were our inspiration on the path of progress.
We are heartily obliged to you
Our respected mentor,

Dr. B.R. Ambedkar.

BY: RAJNI CHHABRA

आठवणींचा झरोका/यादों के झरोखे से

तुझ्या आठवणींच्या गवाक्षातून
जेव्हा सोनेरी किरण अवतरतात
क्षणभर का असेना
अंधारात भास होतो प्रकाशाचा

ज्योति ववलें द्धारा किया गया मेरी हिंदी कविता 'यादों के झरोखे से' का मराठी अनुवाद


तेरी यादों के झरोखे से
जब धूप छनी किरणे
आती हैं
दो पल को ही सही
अंधेरे में उजाले का
भरम जगा जाती हैं


रजनी छाबड़ा

असणे व नसणे

असणे व नसणे
असंव्यापासून
नसव्यापर्यंतचा प्रवास
स्वतः  बाच  पडळे
आहेत अनंत प्रश्न

परन द्यायचे
 असेल तर
 द्यावेच  कराळा
जर नसंत जवळ
काही तर
गॅमावव्याचं
दुःखच नसते

Marathi translation by Mrs Jyoti wawale of my Poem in Hindi HONE SE NA HONE TAK

होने से न होने तक


होने से
न होने
तक का
अन्तराल

गहरे समेटे है
अपरिमित सवाल

वापिस ही
ले लेना है
तब देते ही
क्यों हो

न मिली होती फिरदौस
न कचोटता
लुटने का एहसास

ARE YOU LISTENING? MAA

Hi!friends, sharing with you my favourite poem, composed by me both in Hindi and English and translated into Bengali by reputed poet Shyamal Kumar Majumder from Bangladesh. I wish this poem to be translated in as many languages in the whole world as possible. Support from translators world wide will be held in great esteem by me.


क्या तुम सुन रही हो,माँ
==================
माँ,तुम अक्सर कहा करती थी
बबली,इतनी खामोश क्यों हो
कुछ तो बोला करो
मन के दरवाज़े पर दस्तक दो
शब्दों की आहट से खोला करो


अब मुखर हुई हूँ,
तुम ही नहीं सुनने के लिए
विचारों का जो कारवां
तुम मेरे ज़हन में छोड़ गयी
वादा है तुमसे
यूं ही बढ़ते  रहने दूंगी


सारी कायनात में तुम्हारी झलक देख
सरल शब्दों की अभिव्यक्ति को
निर्मल सरिता सा
यूं ही बहने दूंगी


मेरा मौन अब
स्वरित हो गया है/
माँ,क्या तुम सुन रही हो

रजनी छाबड़ा




ARE YOU LISTENING? MAA


Maa! You often used to ask me
Babli, why are you so silent
Usher something
Give vent to your thought
Knock at the door of mind
Open it with sound of your words.

I am vocal now
But you are not here
To listen me.
Caravan of thoughts
That you left behind
In my mind
I promise you
To let it move
On and on

Viewing your glimpse
In whole Universe.
I will pen-craft
Spontaneous flow of
My thoughts
Like a stream of pure water. My silence has vocalized.
But, are you listening Maa?

RAJNI CHHABRA


শুনছো, মা মা!
তুমি প্রায়ই আমাকে বলতে
বাবলি, এত চুপ কেনো
কিছু ব্যক্ত করো
তোমার ভাবনাগুলো বের হওয়ার সুযোগ করে দাও।
মনের দরজায় আঘাত হানো
তোমার বাণীসমূহের শব্দে মনের দরজা খুলে ফেলো। আমি এখন ধ্বনিময়
কিন্তু তুমি তো এখন এখানে নেই যে শুনবে।
যেসব চিন্তার কাফেলা
আমার অন্তরে রেখে গেছো
আমি প্রতিজ্ঞা করছি
আমি তা অবিশ্রান্তভাবে
সচল রাখবো। তোমার ক্ষীণ আলোয় দেখে
এই বিশ্ব চরাচরে
আমি কলম-শিল্পী হবো
যে বিশুদ্ধ জলের ঝর্ণাধারার মত
স্বতঃস্ফূর্তভাবে ছলছল প্রবাহিত হবে। আমার নৈশব্দ এখন কল্লোলিতো।
তুমি কি শুনতে পাচ্ছো, মা?

तुम ही नहीं सुनने के लिए
विचारों का जो कारवां
तुम मेरे ज़हन में छोड़ गयी
वादा है तुमसे
यूं ही बढ़ते रहने दूंगी

सरल शब्दों की अभिव्यक्ति को
निर्मल सरिता सा
यूं ही बहने दूंगी

स्वरित हो गया है/
माँ,क्या तुम सुन रही हो

न जाने

बिखरे हैं
आसमान में
ऊन सरीखे
बादलों के गोले

न जाने
आज खुदा
किस
उधेड़ बुन में है


रजनी छाबड़ा 

IN YOUR FOND MEMORY

How many chirpers were sheltered

Might the shredder of these trees ever have pondered.

In moments of sadness, absorbed in thoughts

Eyes might have shed tears of blood.

He won't be scared of you, O! Life

Who might have played in the lap of death, day n night

Ordeals of life will seem easy to him

Who might have known art of living in all phases.

How he has littered lamps of tears

Might have been solitary in the deep darkness of night.

Whom throbbing heart has recalled again

Might have yearned once missing me.

How scared heavens become by heaves of destitute

O! Life, you might have seen in all walks of life.

No friends, no chums, no consanguinity

Only a custom that we have to observe.

Lest darkness envelopes the whole world

Lamps will have to be sheltered from stormy winds.

You will miss groves of villages

When your body might be scorched in city.

Whenever my memories would have sprouted

She might have viewed mirror very minutely.

THIS POEM HAS BEEN EXTRACTED FROM "EHSAAS KE RANG' ,COMPOSED IN URDU BY BUNIYAAD HUSSAIN 'ZAHEEN' AND TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH BY MYSELF

 RAJNI CHHABRA

FREEDOM

 Nobody visualizes

Shattered dreams of queen

In the boundaries of palace

Often food is not available

In plate of gold

Flowing tears are

In habit of

Drying automatically

There is no

Jungle of concrete

For a winged creature

Nest of straws suffices

For stretching wings.

The poems ‘FREEDOM’ has been originally published in Hindi ,in ‘Himalaya ki Mahak’, by Sanjeev kashyap and with his consent translated into English by myself

Rajni Chhabra

I SURRENDER MYSELF

I SURRENDER MYSELF

Tree

Surrenders

Its leaves

Fresh leaves

Flourish

I surrender

Myself

And attain

A new life.

The poem has been originally composed in Rajasthani, by Santosh Maya Mohan and translated into English by myself Rajni Chhabra.

MY CRAVING

In thicket

In herbary

You remain

My sappy spring.

In flowers

You only

Fill nectar.

You are

Incarnation of

Honey-bee.

I want

To be on wings

Craving for

Your creation.

MY CRAVING  has been originally composed in Rajasthani, by Santosh Maya Mohan and translated into English by myself Rajni Chhabra.

SPARROW

Sparrow

Picking straws

One after another

Built a nest

On tree's

Highest branch

Lined it

With cotton

Laid egg

Hatched it

Discharged her duty

Got released

From

Debt of birth

The poem  'SPARROW' has been translated from SIMRAN, a collection of Rajasthani poems, by Santosh Mayamohan and with her consent translated into English by myself

 Rajni Chhabra.

I AM CREEPER

In thicket

In herbary

You remain

My sappy spring.

In flowers

You only

Fill nectar.

You are

Incarnation of

Honey-bee.

I want

To be on wings

Craving for

Your creation.

I AM CREEPER has been originally composed in Rajasthani, by Santosh Maya Mohan and with her consent, translated into English by myself Rajni Chhabra.

  

WAX

Along with wick

Burns

Melts

Wax.

Mute flame

Nods head

In refutation

Under spell of wind

And

In the process

Of negation

Exhausts.

RAJASTHANI POEM OF SANTOSH MAYA MOHAN, FROM HER SAHITYA AKEDEMI PRIZE WINNING COLLECTION 'SIMRAN' TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH BY MYSELF, WITH HER CONSENT

RAJNI CHHABRA

RECALL

Lying empty

Are your

All the seven chambers

From Sunday

To Saturday

Because

In each and

Every chamber

You leave impressions of

Kumkum smeared feet

Without stopping

Move away

On your

Further journey

My only

Treasure is

Recall of your

Rising and setting.

RAJASTHANI POEM OF SANTOSH MAYA MOHAN, FROM HER SAHITYA AKEDEMI PRIZE WINNING COLLECTION 'SIMRAN' TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH BY MYSELF, WITH HER CONSENT

RAJNI CHHABRA

THE SUN ON PAPER

THE SUN ON PAPER
 The Sun scribbled on paper
Can not diffuse light
On the whole world
Just gives an apprehension of 

Getting enlightened.

We have to arise
On our own Horizon
A glowing Sun.

So, for the time being
Scribbling The Sun on paper
To keep kindling
The notion of arising the Sun

Hindi poem kagad pr suraj composed by Om Purohit kagad ji and translated into English by me with his permission

RAJNI CHHABRA

SHE MAKES ME OCEAN

She has lost appetite
Coz I have not eaten
She is restless
Coz I am perturbed
She is sleepless
Coz I am sleep deprived 
She retains a cool mind 
Coz I am quick tempered 
She worries persistently
Coz I never worry
She bears burden of relations
That I have assigned to her
In lieu of wedding knot
Leaving behind her kith and kins
She accepts my relatives 
As her own near and dear ones
Sacrificing her identity 
She mingles in me 
Like a river 
Making me ocean.

Hindi poem MUJHE SAMANDER KRTEE WEH from poetry book kAGAZ PR SURAJ composed by Om Purohit kagad ji and translated into English by me with his permission

RAJNI CHHABRA

THE HOME MISSES US TOO

THE HOME MISSES US TOO

When we are away from home

 Not only members of our home

Our home too waits for us

Though all the articles are lifeless

These miss our touch.

When we arrive back home
After a long gap

Threshold of our home

Doors and windows 

Seem to be smiling

As if extending

Warm welcome to us

Sitting in courtyard

Sipping tea

In every sip

Happiness of cup

Seems poured.

In plate, vegetables and roti

Cooked and served by mother

Seem to be swaying with joy

On our arrival.

In dense night

When we go to sleep

Cot of our home seems

To be giggling

While lulling us to sleep.

Ceiling of room seems to cast

Its unblinking eyes on me all through the night.

GHAR BHÉE KRTA HAI YAAD, poem composed in Hindi by Om Purohit kagad ji and translated by myself with his permission

RAJNI CHHABRA

Top of Form

GAMLE KA POUDHA/ A PLANT IN VASE

He can flourish only 
To the extent of soil

That he has in the vase
He can nurture only
That much foliage as
The space that he is

Bestowed with.
Is just like other plants
Lush green
Laiden with flowers
But is not able
To fructify
Has this helplessness of plant
Been imparted to him
By his beautiful looks
Or was there
A dream of thicket
Visualized by my eyes.

RAJNI CHHABRA

The Plant Planted in Vase

Poem ‘Gamle ka Poudha’ ,extracted from 'KAGAD PR SURAJ'

Originally composed in Hindi by OM PUROHIT JI KAGAD 

and translated into English by myself.

HUM PHIR PANI HO GAYE/ WE TURNED INTO WATER AGAIN

HUM PHIR PANI HO GAYE

Originally composed in Hindi by Om Purohit ji ओम पुरोहित कागद and translated by me into English with his permission

We kept on flowing like water

You kept on rolling like stone
We kept on shrinking like river
You kept on acquiring shape
You were incarnated in temple
And clouds swayed us along with
You did not pour
Though you were God
We poured and
Became water again.

RAJNI CHHABRA

GREEN PALE LEAVES

Glorify them

Go near them

And compliment them.

They are green

Even on the thorny sprigs.

They are green

Irrespective of their age

Young or middle aged.

They occupy

Only that much space

Which was allotted?

To them initially

The more you

 Converse with them

The more greener

They become.

They retain their green hue

Had they been pale, no matter.

They provide me peace of mind

And I reciprocate.

 A poem extracted from Hindi Poetry Book EK RAAT DHOOP MEIN ,composed by Rajendra Joshi Ji and translated by me into English, with his consent

RAJNI CHHABRA

I ASKED A MOMENT

I asked one still moment

And one swaying moment

How are you?

Keep silent

Sway in silence

Be yourself

Wherever

Whatsoever

In whatever circumstances

Be with your own identity

Was the response.

A HINDI POEM EXTRACTED FROM ' PRANAV NE HRIDAY MEIN GAYA' COMPOSED BY SWAMI SAMVIT SOMGIRI JI MAHARAJ AND TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH BY MYSELF WITH HIS CONSENT

RAJNI CHHABRA

A POEM TRANSLATED FROM AKANKSHA

This dreamy life is

Bouquet of aspirations.

Our life vibrates 

With  aspirations

We scribble 

Those dreamy moments 

With outlines of reveries

Aspirations make life alive

Honey smeared and active

Aspirations of infancy, youth

And other life long aspirations 

Make float

Boat of our life.  

A poem extracted from AAKANKSHA , Hindi Poetry Book composed by Dr. Sanjeev Kumar and translated into English by me,with his consent.

RAJNI CHHABRA

MY FAVOURITE 5 TRANSLATED POEMS FROM RAJASTHANI INTO ENGLISH ; POEMS BY LATE OM PUROHIT KAGAD JI

उमर गाळ दी एक सबद नीं सीख्यो बो जिको हो प्रीत पण फेर भी आखी-आखी रात फोरतो पसवाड़ा रोवतो अर कैंवतो काळजै रड़कै प्रीत ठाह नीं किंया सीख्यो !

LOVE

I spent my whole life

Could not learn one word ' Love'

Still, I keep on tossing in bed

Throughout sleepless night

And say that my mind teases.

Don't know how I learnt 'Love'

अणबसी ■■■■■ बा बांचै-टांचै 

जाड़ भींच’र चींथै एक-एक सबद मन ई मन मुळकै सबदां सूं नीं देवै बोल-लिख उथळा जाबक भोळी नीं नीं ई चातर-चलाक उण री आंख्यां पण बोलै उण री सगळी अणबसी 

UNUSHERED

She expresses herself

Suppressing each and every word

In her mouth.

Rejoices inwardly.

She never voices to her words.

Writing superficially.

Don't deem her innocent

She is rather clever.

Her eyes convey

Her mum speech.

●

प्रीत री देवळ्यां ■■■■■■■■ प्रीत तो थारै सूं ही मोरचै पण पेट सारू हो छेकड़ मोरचो जीत्यो पेट हारया हारी प्रीत ई पण होयगी अमर अब गाईजसी करोड़-करोड़ मुंडां सावळ देख अदेही आपणी रूह में है प्रीत री देवळ्यां !

SHRINE OF LOVE

I loved you only

Bur sustainance had to be attended 

With priority

Livlihood conquered 

Love was deafeated

Still our love will be immortal

Its praise will be sung by millions

Invisual will be visualized

Our soul is shrine of love..

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थांरी आंख्यां में म्हारा सुपना
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आपां साथै-साथै चाल्या
साथै ई देखी जगती
इकसार देख्या जग रा चाळा
मन तो पण दोय हा
थूं कीं न्यारो सोच्यो होसी म्हांसूं
थूं पूछती रैई म्हारा सुख-दुःख
म्हनै तो फुरसत ई नीं ही
म्हारा सुपना पूरण सूं
म्हैं तो बधा ई लियो म्हारो बंस
थूं बैठी है आज मून
अंतस में लियां अंधारो
थांरी आंख्यां रा काच पड़ग्या मांदा
थांरै सुपना रो पछै काईं होयो
आव म्हैं सोधू थांरी आंख्या में
थांरा अणपाक्या सुपना
पण ओ काईं !
थांरी आंख्यां में भी
म्हारा ई सुपना !
●MY DREAM IN YOUR EYES

We moved together

Side by side

Beholding the Universe simultaneously

Visualized the ways of world.

But our minds are distinct

Obviously your perception

Will vary from mine.

You kept on inquiring

My well being

I was never free from

Accomplishing my dreams.

And nurturing my family.

You are mum today

Holding darkness 

In recesses of 

Your mind.

Your vision has dimmed

What happened to your dreams

Let me search in your eyes.

Your dreams that could not mature.

But, I am aghast on my findings/

Your eyes are dreaming only me.

ओळ्यूं
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थारी ओळ्यूं री टूंटी
आं आंख्यां में खुलगी
जिकी नित् झरै
रीतै नीं पण आ
मन री टंकी
ठाह नीं कुण
आय नित भरे !

REVERIES

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Tap of your reveries

Has opened in these eyes.

Flows persistently

Still this tank of mind

Is not evacuated

God know

Who fills it daily.

MY 5 favorite poems originally composed by Late Om Purohit Ji Kagad in Rajasthani and translated by me into English

RAJNI CHHABRA