Wish to reproduce & share translation of wonderful Poem by Gujrati language poet Dhiru Parikh.. (Birth 1933- )
Thus swallowed it reaches nether
can’t accept this alphabetic water.
In the water the hand dozes
the paper oppressed nothing utters.
The writing gets longer and longer
the ink remains , letters spill over.
Where can the split letters go ?
They are in turmoil O.
In a queue the letters stand
I’ll write verse’ declares the hand.
Among the lines the hand gets lost
the paper surely isn’t anyone’s lord.
Of letters grows there a big heap
then the hand seems to swagger indeed.
More and more does the hand write
turns finally into an author quite,
On turning author the pen strikes
drop by literary drop stupor spreads
From the stupor he can’t awaken
nor can the pen sense the letters’ pain.
On and on he keeps on writing
and the letters keep on him grazing.
Finally emerges what a fate
the pen flows on and drowns the alphabet !
© -Original Gujrati Poem By Dhiru Parikh
Translation in English © by Pradip Khandwalla