A few weeks ago, I had published my poem VISITATIONS here. Today, I'm sharing the original Hindi text which was translated into English by yours truly. I have put them both, one after the other, here for readers of both languages.     ***कितन… Read on blog or Reader An Awadh Boy's Panorama : tracing words on these filigreed, discerning fingertips. Read on blog or Reader कितनी बार/VISITATIONS anawadhboyspanorama March 29 A few weeks ago, I had published my poem VISITATIONS here. Today, I'm sharing the original Hindi text which was translated into English by yours truly. I have put them both, one after the other, here for readers of both languages.     *** कितनी बार कितनी बार इन पेड़ों की छाव तले बैठता हूं उनकी गुटुर्गू सुनता हूं और इंतजार करता हूं की कब कोई सीट के नज़दीक आकर मुझसे पूछे, "क्या यह जगह खाली है?" ता उम्र उसी जगह पर सैकड़ों गिलहेरियो ने अपने बैठक बनाए और आज भी वो दो बार देखती हैं मेरी तरफ *** उनकी जगह यहां कायम हैं उनकी रेखाएं मुझसे हो कर गुजरती हैं बस समझ लीजिए रोजाना आब o दाने की चतुराई मे उनका इस तरफ देख लेना काफी है *** मैने देखा है इन सात बरसों में आज़ाद हाथों की तरह इस बाग के दोनो दरवाज़े सदा खुले रहते है मेरे लिए हर पल गुजरते मुसाफिरों को शरण देना इसका पेशा नही रिवायत है ** कल भी मुझे यहां का बुलावा भेज देना मेरे यारों मैं दोबारा तुम्हारी हरी सब्ज़ की नरमी से रूबरू होना चाहता हूं तुम्हारा पता अब घर सा मालूम होता है तुम्हारी तरफ़ आना अब मेरी किताबों के पन्नों पर ओस की बूंदों की नमी के जैसा है मैं उन किताबों को पढूंगा तुम्हारे संग ** अपने दरवाजों को खुले रखना कल सुबह तभी शायद जाड़े की कपकपी का शिकस्त होगा *** VISITATIONS I sit under their shades, O trees in this garden of gold and green. I hear their mystic conversations and wait for another voice to approach the next seat and ask, "Is this taken?" All my life, it seems, I have seen the same squirrels make their seating arrangements here. Even today, they don't shy away from looking back at me. Their place is permanent here. The stripes on their backs make an alignment with my body. I have come to know how in the acuity of their everyday trysts with food and water, they make more than an exception to look at me.        *** I've been observant. In these seven years or so, like a free hand your two doors have remained open for me, O garden beloved to me. It's your custom to shelter traveling refugees here.      *** Send me your invitations for the morning, my friends. I want to reacquaint myself with your vegetation. You are the home second to my own a few paces besides you. To come to you is as identical as the falling of dew drops on the pages of my books. I want to read those books with your verdure.    *** Leave your doors unbarred for the morning. Only then can we defeat these shivers exiting January.     **** Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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