For Daya Pawar — POEM 𝒃𝒚 Jayant Parmar
For Daya Pawar
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Do come.
I’ll not meet you at home.
I have hidden door key under the pantile.
For lunch,
You can have chutney,
Of challis and garlic,
With maize roti.
I’ve put your favourite Lorca book,
On the broken cot.
I’ll be late.
Do stay if you like.
I’ve to go to hospital and then to police station.
The bastards have burnt alive a girl from our street.
I’ll be late.
Don’t lock the door from inside.
I know you’ll be angry,
With touch of nightmares.
I’ll set out,
like that only.
Daya, with people of my street,
When the street is still snoring,
I’ll keep a watch,
With lantern of my soul.
They will start barking,
Like dogs,
I’ll drive them away,
Till the street awakes,
Just like,
Your poems.
….
(Translated from GUJRATI by Dr. G.K.Vankar)
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Daya Pawar (1935-1996) was famous Marathi Dalit Poet.
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For Daya Pawar
To read all posts of Jayant Parmar, Please click here
Do come.
I’ll not meet you at home.
I have hidden door key under the pantile.
For lunch,
You can have chutney,
Of challis and garlic,
With maize roti.
I’ve put your favourite Lorca book,
On the broken cot.
I’ll be late.
Do stay if you like.
I’ve to go to hospital and then to police station.
The bastards have burnt alive a girl from our street.
I’ll be late.
Don’t lock the door from inside.
I know you’ll be angry,
With touch of nightmares.
I’ll set out,
like that only.
Daya, with people of my street,
When the street is still snoring,
I’ll keep a watch,
With lantern of my soul.
They will start barking,
Like dogs,
I’ll drive them away,
Till the street awakes,
Just like,
Your poems.
….
(Translated from GUJRATI by Dr. G.K.Vankar)
v
….
Daya Pawar (1935-1996) was famous Marathi Dalit Poet.
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