હસી ફરી– Smile Again

 

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painting by Dilip Parikh                                                     
                                                                           હસી ફરી–

આશ   તારલી   આજ   રાતભર   ઝાકળ  થઈને  ઝરતી
સ્વપ્નોની     રંગોળી    રોળી    શ્યામ    વાદળી  વરસી

યૌવનના    આંગણમાં    વેલી   ખીલી    પ્રેમ   સીંચેલી
શરમાતી     મલકાતી    અર્પિત    પૂર્ણ    પણે    વરેલી

પ્રેમે   આશે   શ્વાસે     ઝૂલી     નરમી    નેણ    મીંચેલી
ત્રાપટ    ઝાપટ   વાગી  ત્યારે   ધ્રૂજતી    એ    ભીંજેલી

અણધારી     આફત     આવેલી      વાછંટે      વીંઝેલી
તણખલાના     તીર   તેવર     ક્રુર     કાંટેથી    વીંધેલી

હૈયામાં    એ    હામ    લઈને    શક્તિ     સહ    જાગેલી
મમતાળી   ડાળી     ઓથારે    હસતી    ફરી  ખીલેલી

 નવા   પ્રહરની  ઝાકળ  ઝીલી  તૃપ્ત    બની   તરસેલી
હૈયામાં     ઉમંગ     લઈ     નવસ્વપ્ન     સજે    શર્મીલી

                                                                     

  Smile Again     
My wonderful teacher, I send you this letter
To let you know that my life is much better.
As you know, I grew up in Syria
School and college were sheltered euphoria.
He was cute and pursued me for long;
I married him for love, thought together we belonged
I was overjoyed to come, guided by his ruling hand
I was happy in the hijab, timorous in this foreign land

Soon, my love was quite aloof; he had seen the dollar spoof
I was hurt and all alone, didn’t know what was going on!
He often slapped me here and there; I thought,“ he is just upset!”
I didn’t have anyone to tell, I kept the secrets very well.
He humiliated me more, asked for papers and passport,
I said, “ No, no, you must leave.” He said, “ need you to deport.”
He waved the shiny knife, yelled and dragged me to the street.
I cried and begged him just to stop, couldn’t see a way to retreat.

 The police took me to a bend, where I could barely comprehend.
They told me to call some shelter, a safe place;
“I want to see my mama’s gentle face.”

 Lucky for me that you were there.
You kindly took me in your care.
You tended my broken, beaten life,
                               You stroked my tender, weeping heart.                            

You taught me how to get my rights
     Find the freedom from the fights
      I look forward to future sights
    Out of the dark and into the lights.

                       I thank you, O’ my teacher, as well as several other kind helping hands.

                                   Your Happy Survivor                              
                                   
—————————- ——————-
                               True story/Written by Saryu Parikh, June 2009

 

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  1. chandravadan
    ઓગસ્ટ 11, 2009 @ 16:12:42

    હૈયામાં એ હામ લઈને શક્તિ સહ જાગેલી
    મમતાળી ડાળી ઓથારે હસતી ફરી ખીલેલી…
    A Nice Rachana from your Heart..I can feel all the Words from your Heart wit your Honesty..Congrats !
    I am REVISITING your Blog after a long break.
    I am also INVITING you & your READERS to my Blog Chandrapukar…Please do visit>>>>ChandravadanBhai
    http://www.chandrapukar.wordpress.com

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