From my dustbin A piece of backbone One fine morning She suddenly realized There was something in the world Called a backbone But, where? In the body? In the mind? In the dustbin? Or in the bow-shaped curved back of grandmother? Father’s tired shoulders? Mother’s irritating tongue? Or eyes of the sister who peeps out of window? She searched every corner of the house But could not find the backbone Later on--the story does not remain long-- Her eyes stuck in the place of sister’s eyes Mother reached the place of grandmother It always remained difficult to get the backbone She searched on the roof In the cheeka And on the bed One day While adjusting the fire of the stove She found a piece of backbone Let it lie safe for someone Who can get it , if not the whole At least a piece 2 This was the old story I heard in the songs of the bird While she was playing with the dust in the courtyard I started searching for that piece in the hole searched in the brother’s school bag In the stick of grandfather In the mustaches of father All my trying got fruitless at the end Sometimes I felt its presence In the eyebrows of mother In the basket of the fisherwoman In milkmaids pot In the broom of the sweeper At last I got a jar in the store Kept behind kitchen vessels The jar was filled with oil up to the neck On the top there was fungus Under the fungus I got a piece of backbone Which was kept by someone Now I want to sow it in the big meadow, Where it spreads like a banyan tree With branches spread in every direction Backbones should blossom as red flowers Drop in every house and spread as seeds Now I am searching Not for the backbone But for the meadow Where I can sow it Till it is kept in the flowerpot In my drawing room as a bonsai. (year -2000) this was written in hindi, but it is leap, so need time to type :) I need a help, who can type my old poems from i leap to Unicode ( free- no fees please, is there any one?)
Posted on: Wed, 16 Apr 2014 11:24:50 +0000
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