| Ganga Prasad Vimal |
To
me as well
To
me,
as
well as to you
have the
an expanse of the ethereal.
And
the loneliness of my soul
like
yours
is caressed there,
somewhere.
Also
the
the
summit of sound,
to my lips
never to be questioned
just experienced from within.
like itself - incomplete.
©
From:
“The Talismam”, stories and poems ,
A list of enemies
O,
God !
When I'd been making a list of my enemies
Your name was written
Before anyone else.
Why
wouldn't you be my enemy after all?
Even if you don't exist
You're in the faith of a large number
But presently you don't exist
In my reality in the awareness that
In someone's casual utterance
Or in his writing
if you do exist...
I
won't be taken in by all that
It's surprising
In awareness of the world around
Even if you don't exist
Your name and stories
Have obsessed the people.
Your
immense popularity
Is a cause of wonderment
Quietly you're in the fear of everyone
In happiness too
In the stony; at the corner of the field
And even in the spick and span nook of the house
In the ornate inanimate.
I'm
not apprehensive of your being such
I'm only apprehensive that for everyone
You're as what his life-style demands
When you become one for a group
I'm afraid then that
Your style is so innovative when
Having attacked others
I'm convinced now that you
Constantly get others involved in fights
In doubts
And then you compel them
To give themselves in to you.
O, God, I'm making a list!
Here
Are all those – your loved ones
Who’ve carried out what not in your name.
In
this list are included
Eve Those names
Who ceased to be long back renown attained
The
list of these orphan enemies
O, my orphan God,
Ends only with you -
Stunned!
©
Inedited, poem supplied by the author
Translation from Hindi: V.K. Joshi
