July 22, 2018

The New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

--- Emma Lazarus (1849-1887)

July 5, 2018

जितने सभ्य होते हैं

जितने सभ्य होते हैं
उतने अस्वाभाविक ।

आदिवासी जो स्वाभाविक हैं
उन्हें हमारी तरह सभ्य होना है
हमारी तरह अस्वाभाविक ।

जंगल का चंद्रमा
असभ्य चंद्रमा है
इस बार पूर्णिमा के उजाले में
आदिवासी खुले में इकट्ठे होने से
डरे हुए हैं
और पेड़ों के अंधेरे में दुबके
विलाप कर रहे हैं

क्योंकि एक हत्यारा शहर
बिजली की रोशनी से
जगमगाता हुआ
सभ्यता के मंच पर बसा हुआ है ।

--- विनोद कुमार शुक्ल

July 4, 2018

The New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

---Emma Lazarus

What Father Knows

My father knows the proper way
The nation should be run;
He tells us children every day
Just what should now be done.
He knows the way to fix the trusts,
He has a simple plan;
But if the furnace needs repairs
We have to hire a man.

My father, in a day or two,
Could land big thieves in jail;
There's nothing that he cannot do,
He knows no word like "fail."
"Our confidence" he would restore,
Of that there is no doubt;
But if there is a chair to mend
We have to send it out.

All public questions that arise
He settles on the spot;
He waits not till the tumult dies,
But grabs it while its hot.
In matters of finance he can
Tell Congress what to do;
But, O, he finds it hard to meet
His bills as they fall due.

It almost makes him sick to read
The things law-makers say;
Why, father's just the man they need;
He never goes astray.
All wars he'd very quickly end,
As fast as I can write it;
But when a neighbor starts a fuss
'Tis mother has to fight it.

In conversation father can
Do many wondrous things;
He's built upon a wiser plan
Than presidents or kings.
He knows the ins and outs of each
And every deep transaction;
We look to him for theories,
But look to ma for action.

---Edgar Guest

July 3, 2018

बात बोलेगी

बात बोलेगी
हम नहीं
भेद खोलेगी
बात ही l

सत्य का मुख
झूठ की आँखें
क्या - देखें !
सत्य का रुख
समय का रुख है :
अभय जनता को
सत्य ही सुख है,
सत्य ही सुख l

दैन्य दानव ; काल
भीषण ; क्रूर
स्थिति ; कंगाल
बुद्धि ; घर मज़दूर l

सत्य का
क्या रंग ?
पूछो
एक संग l
एक - जनता का
दुःख एक l
हवा में उड़ती पताकाएँ
अनेक l

दैन्य दानव l क्रूर स्थिति l
कंगाल बुद्धि l मजूर घर भर l
एक जनता का अमर वर l
एकता का स्वर l
- अन्यथा स्वातन्त्र्य इति l


--- शमशेरबहादुर सिंह

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