baadalabhi tum jao
prithvi ke chaaron kono ko
chaar baar chooke aao
abhi, ye jo dhoop hai
is se batein karni hain mujhe
jab tum wapas aaoge
to jee bhar ke khelenge hum
winters in delhi. finally.
now, i’ll sit with my sunshine and talk my heart out.
and i would love if sigma or aditi improve this translation for me ЁЯЩВ
cloud
you go now
touch the four corners of earth four times
and come back then
i’ve to talk to
this sunshine now
we’ll play a lot,
when you come back again
inspired by a fellow blogger jess’ poem, big sky.
image courtsey, corbis.com.
Born in New Delhi, India in 1980 and is a retired pessimist (still) living in New Delhi. He has Haryanvi ancestors, a Punjabi girlfriend, friends all over the world, two (or more) yet to be born children, (many) memories of (many) pet dogs and no cats ever. He holds an honours degree in English Literature from the University of Delhi and creates advertisements for paying the bills. His interests are universal, and include: living, eating, sleeping and when not sleeping, daydreaming. Other abiding interests include reading, writing, street photography, newspaper editorials, watching the moon and planning trekking trips that never materialize.
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