~Manoj Bogati~
Translation : Suraj Dhadkan
Word doesn’t have wing
it doesn’t need wing even to fly
like a bird does
it may fly wingless, though
reaches elsewhere, it wants.
A person
who touch the word, touch the life there
who get the word, get the life ever
word doesn’t have legs too
it doesn’t need legs own to move
like a human does
it may bypass the meaningful mountain
reaches the neat house beyond limit
Although, it doesn’t stay there too for ever.
The poet
who reaches in solitude a word with
trained always by a solitary deep
thus, he comes to know about a tall faith.
The deep is very tall itself
Also it consists of sloped side land
steep and a very big pit inside
Only the word measures it well.
Word can’t be composed
just be an effort of composing Vedas.
I’m still there, where is the word is.
Not else is far from the word anymore
but the plenty of things are far from me.
And
I need word to step on enough
but the word doesn’t need me to reach far.
