WHY DO YOU THINK SO
Why do you think
That I don’t love you
Roads in streets
Stinking drains
Broken pipe-line of water supply
Fallen electric poles
Bare wires.
Why do you think
That I don’t love you
Roads in streets
Stinking drains
Broken pipe-line of water supply
Fallen electric poles
Bare wires.
Railways crossings getting closed again and again
Traffic over riding one another
Hospitals without medical practitioners
Schools waiting for students
Deserted offices
Temples without worshipper
Why do you think
That I don’t love.
Traffic over riding one another
Hospitals without medical practitioners
Schools waiting for students
Deserted offices
Temples without worshipper
Why do you think
That I don’t love.
Cane of police
Proclamation by Sovereign
Sky touching prices
Stocks of adulterated ration
Human beings changing their identity
Why do you think
That I don’t love.
Proclamation by Sovereign
Sky touching prices
Stocks of adulterated ration
Human beings changing their identity
Why do you think
That I don’t love.
Lush green grass in gardens
New buds on trees
Aroma of earth
Downpours of rain
Peasants ploughing fields
Labourers engaged in work
Sunny/ bright sunshine
Moonlit night
Dunes glittering like gold
Why do you think
That I don’t love.
New buds on trees
Aroma of earth
Downpours of rain
Peasants ploughing fields
Labourers engaged in work
Sunny/ bright sunshine
Moonlit night
Dunes glittering like gold
Why do you think
That I don’t love.
Factories becoming non-operational
Barren land
Dried ponds
Empty containers in house
Towering deserted havelis
Traders of human beings
Why do you think so
That I don’t love .
Supremacy of God
Agents of ruling authority
Pimps of females
Poor and down trodden
Why do you think
That I don’t love
Barren land
Dried ponds
Empty containers in house
Towering deserted havelis
Traders of human beings
Why do you think so
That I don’t love .
Supremacy of God
Agents of ruling authority
Pimps of females
Poor and down trodden
Why do you think
That I don’t love
What to do
I am soldier of pen
I am on target of violence
O! Humanity, I am your adorer.
I am soldier of pen
I am on target of violence
O! Humanity, I am your adorer.
A poem originally composed in Hindi by Rajendra P. Joshi ji and translated into English by me, with his consent.
RAJNI CHHABRA
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