Poem
Vinod Kumar Shukla
Those That Will Never Come To My Home
Those that will never come to my homeI shall go to meet.
A river in flood will never come to my home.
To meet a river-like people,
I shall go to the river, swim a little and drown.
Dunes, rocks, a mountain, a pond, endless trees, fields
Will never come to my home.
I shall search high and low
for dunes, mountains, rock-like people.
People who work all the time,
I shall meet, not during my leisure hours,
but as if it was an important job.
This first wish of mine I’ll hold on to,
like the very last one.
© Translation: 2002, Vinod Kumar Shukla and Daniel Weissbort
From: Survival (ed. by Daniel Weissbort and Girdhar Rathi)
Publisher: Sahitya Akademi, New Delhi, 2002
From: Survival (ed. by Daniel Weissbort and Girdhar Rathi)
Publisher: Sahitya Akademi, New Delhi, 2002
THOSE THAT WILL NEVER COME TO MY HOME
© 1992, Vinod Kumar Shukla
From: Sab Kuchh Hona Bacha Rahega
Publisher: Rajkamal Prakashan, New Delhi
From: Sab Kuchh Hona Bacha Rahega
Publisher: Rajkamal Prakashan, New Delhi
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Those That Will Never Come To My Home
Those that will never come to my homeI shall go to meet.
A river in flood will never come to my home.
To meet a river-like people,
I shall go to the river, swim a little and drown.
Dunes, rocks, a mountain, a pond, endless trees, fields
Will never come to my home.
I shall search high and low
for dunes, mountains, rock-like people.
People who work all the time,
I shall meet, not during my leisure hours,
but as if it was an important job.
This first wish of mine I’ll hold on to,
like the very last one.
© 2002, Vinod Kumar Shukla and Daniel Weissbort
From: Survival (ed. by Daniel Weissbort and Girdhar Rathi)
Publisher: 2002, Sahitya Akademi, New Delhi
From: Survival (ed. by Daniel Weissbort and Girdhar Rathi)
Publisher: 2002, Sahitya Akademi, New Delhi
Those That Will Never Come To My Home
Those that will never come to my homeI shall go to meet.
A river in flood will never come to my home.
To meet a river-like people,
I shall go to the river, swim a little and drown.
Dunes, rocks, a mountain, a pond, endless trees, fields
Will never come to my home.
I shall search high and low
for dunes, mountains, rock-like people.
People who work all the time,
I shall meet, not during my leisure hours,
but as if it was an important job.
This first wish of mine I’ll hold on to,
like the very last one.
© 2002, Vinod Kumar Shukla and Daniel Weissbort
From: Survival (ed. by Daniel Weissbort and Girdhar Rathi)
Publisher: 2002, Sahitya Akademi, New Delhi
From: Survival (ed. by Daniel Weissbort and Girdhar Rathi)
Publisher: 2002, Sahitya Akademi, New Delhi
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