Hello everyone. This poem is written in Hindi. If my dear readers understand hindi, then you may as well find many mistakes. I am still unable to get a hang on how to write correctly in hindi using my keyboard. 😅. So I am really sorry about that.
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ठोकर खाकर गिरना सबको है आता
लेकिन मरते दम तक
उठ खड़े होना ही है अपनी पहचान
क्या निराशा, क्या थकान
जाने ना हम इनकी भाषा।
जिसने लड़कपन से है सीखा
ये संसार है सारा
आशा पर ही टीका,
वह क्या जाने
क्या निराशा क्या थकान।
जिसने खाए ठोकर, पत्थर
इन रसीले जन के
जिसने सहा है
इनके कटु सत्य को
जिसके नेत्रों से अश्रु नहीं
बहते रहे लहू
जिसके कानों ने
प्यार की लोरी नहीं
सुनी थी इनके लोह से वचन,
फिर भी उठ खड़े हुए
अंगारों पर चलें
उनके मोम से कोमल
उर के लिए
क्या निराश, क्या थकान ।
हम चलें सिखाने अब , इस संसार को
प्रीत, आशा, बल की भाषा
जो खो चुका है सब
इस लहू के सागर में
हम चले हैं
फिर ढूंढने,
एक नया सवेरा ।
English Translation (Rough Translation) :
"Who knows what despair, what exhaustion is ....."
Everyone knows how to fall
Everytime they trip
But to keep on rising
Until the last breath
Is our own identity
What is despair, what is exhaustion
We don't know that language.
The one who has learnt from childhood till now,
This world is but
Made upon hope
For him,
There's nothing like despair, nor exhaustion.
The one who has to suffer
In the hands of these lascivious people
The one who has to endure
The brutal truth of their
Not tears but blood kept on streaming down their eyes,
Not lullabies, but steel cold words were thrown upon their ears
But still...
They rose,
And they kept on walking
On burning coal
And for their hearts
as soft as the lotus
There's no despair,no exhaustion.
We have thus started now to teach all
The language of love,hope and power
And all of those , that has been lost in
This sea of blood
Once again we are headed to find
Another dawn.
🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
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