LISTEN,
O GARDENER!
Listen,
O Gardener!
Let me
never be plucked recklessly and wreathed so aimlessly
That I
can be bought to beautify the braid of a damsel cheaply
That I
can be fetched to serve as a means of brash lovers’ romance
That I
can be gifted as a bouquet to receive a P.M of Italy or France.
Listen,
O Gardener!
Let me never
be plucked rashly to make a gorgeous garland
That I can
be forced to embellish the odd look of a Magnate’s corpse
That I can
be coerced to adorn the gods and goddesses of the land
That I
can be misused against my wish for any trivial purpose.
Listen,
O Gardener!
Let me be plucked, and the
path of the Motherland strewn on
That I can be under the
patriotic sole of a Soldier crushed upon
Who will be loyally heading
for a battle or a war for Her protection
At the stake of his life,
and his family’s unfathomable contribution.
Listen,
O Gardener!
This is the only wish of
my birth to be conveyed to the earth
That after I’m gone, my content
Soul can rest in peace and mirth.
N.B.
– The above poem is the English version of a Hindi poem “PUSHP KI ABHILASHA”
written by Pt. Makhanlal Chaturvedi.
Copyright: Dr. Shankar D Mishra,
Bhubaneswar, Odisha, India 17.03.2023
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