JAADE KI SUBAH

A WINTER MORNING


Kohra chaaron taraf hai, gumsudaa hai raah
Jaane kis mode per thithaki hai jade ki subah

Raat kuch log soye the yehan alaav jalaa
Aag thandi ho gayee per, subah ka pataa na chalaa

Murge ne baang de di hai shayed aadatan
Din chadaa hota to kyon dikhti nahin suraj kiran?

Badi lambee hui hai raat- katathi hi nahin
Chamakti subah ki hasarat hai aankhon ko- ghatati hi nahin

Gunguni dhoop, khusboo mein doobi hawa
Sabj ghas per satrangi oos- jaade ki subah- ek haseen dua

Suraj alsaa gayaa hoga-dhundh ki chaader lapet
Subah nikli to thi ghar se- usko pehlu mein samet

Logon ki aas lagi hai- suraj ke aane par
Subah raah bhool gayee hai- khalbalee hai chaaron oor

The all-encompassing fog has gobbled up the path. God knows, at which
turning, the morning lost sight of it.
Some people slept here around a bonfire. The heat is long dead but the
morning has still not showed up.
The cock has crowed perhaps out of habit. Had the day truly broken, why can
we not see the sunrays?
The night has stretched too long. Eyes yearn for the bright morning. The
desire to behold morning has become too great.
The warm sun, the fragrant air, the sparkling dew on green grass- the winter
morning is a charming blessing.
Perhaps the morning set out on journey as usual with the sun in her lap but
the sun has become lazy in the warm folds of mist.
But people are waiting for the sun. As the morning seems to have lost the
way there is anxiety and apprehension everywhere.


~Jayanti Sinha~

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