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The Snow is Calling
Ramesh Manwati, Noida
The winter has set in.
I am about to arrive but where are you?
I yeam to see you again,
I am calling you, oh! Pandit
Do you hear me?
Ten long painful years, we have not met.
Aren't you ready to return as yet?
Have you forgotten?
On the onset of the winter,
you waited for my arrival with a bated breath.
And on my arrival from the heavens above,
within the warmth of your ancestral homes,
peeping through the doors and
through the windows - partly open,
you gazed at me as if I were a new bride,
taking a sip of hot 'Kehwa' or 'Sheeri-chaay'
with a 'Garm-Garm"Taeil-Waroo', or
with it, even some enjoying 'Sattoo',
with a warm 'Kangri' beneath your 'Pheran'.
Even 'Nav Sheen' you celebrated
with the choicest of your dishes.
Children playfully-singing,
"Sheena Petto-Petto, Maama Itto-Itto".
Stray dogs dancing merrily, here and there,
on the roads and in streets, as if
welcoming my arrival.
Finding it difficult, though,
to move about, yet
my cool but peaceful white cover, all around,
you enjoyed and cherished too.
I too enjoyed, mind you,
your rolling me in the gardens
and in open fields. And even
the 'Sheenn Jung' with your nears and dears.
I have not forgotten, how can you?
Holding back the tears,
my babies - 'Shishar -Ghaants'-are craving
for the warm kiss of your teeth.
The winter has set - in, again,
Oh! Pandit reminding you here,
A Decade of our seperation -
and how long have I to bear? |
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