Thursday, January 3, 2013

Translation by Gita Pandit ... poem 'A Coat' William Butler Yeats..



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मैंने बनाया अपने गीत को एक कोट

ढका हुआ कशीदाकारी से

बाहर पुरानी पौराणिक गाथाओं के

एडी से गले तक

लेकिन मूर्खों ने पकड़ लिया इसे

पहन लिया दुनिया की निगाहों में

जैसे उन्होंने बनाया हो इसे

गीत, उन्हें लेने दो इसे

क्यूंकि वहाँ हैं बहुत से और साहसिक कार्य

नग्न घूमने में.
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गीता पंडित 

3  जनवरी  2013 







A Coat ... poem by William Butler Yeats 

I MADE my song a coat
Covered with embroideries
Out of old mythologies
From heel to throat;
But the fools caught it,
Wore it in the world's eyes
As though they'd wrought it.
Song, let them take it,
For there's more enterprise
In walking naked. ......
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Tuesday, January 1, 2013

A poem .......... Taslima Nasrin



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You Go Girl ! ____

They said—take it easy… 
Said—calm down… 
Said—stop talking'…
Said—shut up….
They said—sit down…. 
Said—bow your head… 
Said—keep on crying', let the tears roll…

What should you do in response?

You should stand up now
Should stand right up
Hold your back straight
Hold your head high…
You should speak
Speak your mind
Speak it loudly
Scream!

You should scream so loud that they must run for cover.
They will say—'You are shameless!'
When you hear that, just laugh…

They will say— 'You have a loose character!'
When you hear that, just laugh louder…

They will say—'You are rotten!'
So just laugh, laugh even louder…

Hearing you laugh, they will shout,
'You are a whore!'

When they say that, 
just put your hands on your hips,
stand firm and say,
'Yes, yes, I am a whore!'

They will be shocked.
They will stare in disbelief.
They will wait for you to say more, much more…

The men amongst them will turn red and sweat.
The women amongst them will dream to be a whore like you. 

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Poem -Taslima Nasrin 
send by Gita Pandit 


Thursday, May 17, 2012

MOM ..... Gita Pandit

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Mom !

you are
my eyes
through which I see
the whole universe


In my arteries
you are flowing blood
that gives me life


The bones, meat-marrow
that gives me strength
to stand on my feet



You are my mind
that creates
senses
into me 
of right or wrong


You are GOD
 the CREATOR 
of  the UNIVERSE 


you are Mother.


my cent – cent tributes to you



Gita Pandit 

Friday, June 24, 2011

Silence----- Dedicated to Irom Sharmila

Silence

 June 20, 08 at 11:36 PM  .....---------
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Silence speaks, heard,
but never knew,
Today life has given
me better clue.

Now the words have gone
ever-for ever,
You are my best friend
in all manner.
 


The rusty world was
looking very hard,
I wished to see my
own lovely card.
 


No space was there for
my hearty steps
I sighed, cried, wept,
but no jewels,

Thank-you silence for
blessing me my-own,
Can think peacefully about
you n  my bone.


I will wake up again with
great joy n zeal,
Time ! look you will bring
me my own meal.


.. written by Gita pandit ..

(A salute to her courage )