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Patradoot The Messenger 43

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Patradoot The Messenger 43

Patradoot The Messenger 43/50

English version by Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor



She would ask you dear,                     in  most humble and  lovely words,
To tell her,                             the true condition of her  beloved husband, 
Removing the anxieties,                which would be mounting in her  mind, 
By telling her the entire story,  for which she would spend the whole night.

Please tell me dear letter, how my most beloved husband spends his time,
With in the dark,   tough  and high boundaries  of  the prison house,    and
How he bears the tortures,          the British rulers  would be giving to him,
As he is fighting,      for the freedom of our motherland     from the British, 

Sleeping,                     in the burning hot and dark cells of the prison house, 
Where mosquitos would be biting,                    during night and  in day also,  
And facing the taunting,                    on the freedom fighters by jail officers,
While bearing the agonies of distance from me and the hard stories of others. 

Please tell me dear letter,       how he bears the hard and fearsome  pains  and 
The sufferings of the jail life,                 which we perhaps cannot imagine here,
Who would console him,         when his is in distress and beaten by the jail staff,
While bearing hard and tough tortures,     they give as a gift to freedom fighters.

When he used to come late in the night,         tired and exhausted,
After passing the whole day, for the cause of the freedom struggle,
I used to bring sleep for him,                   by talking to him sweetly,
And singing melodies to him and consoling him always, dear letter

During extreme  hot summers,                    he would be living without air,
When even the sleep gets stubborn and arrogant, due to heat and humidity,
I used to create air on him,  by moving the hand fan     made of straw grass,
So that my beloved husband,           can get some rest and sleep, dear letter.



Ravindra
Kanpur India   29th November 2010                           continue in 44

Based on the true freedom struggle story of Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

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Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my late father 
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor around 1932, who was a freedom fighter.





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  1. Date: 11/29/2010 9:37:00 AM

    How touching, Ravindra. Even though your father was imprisoned for being a freedom fighter, he spent much time wondering how his wife was handling life without him. I'm sure she found much comfort in the letters he sent to her. You were blessed to have such a strong and compassionate father! This is another wonderful translation of his work. Love, Carolyn

  1. Date: 11/29/2010 9:37:00 AM

    a well done piece Ravindra,, beautiful,, I'm surely glad stopped to read this,, look forward on continuing to read your writes,..p.d.

  1. Date: 11/29/2010 8:57:00 AM

    A most intense and passionate write and account of a searing situation my friend.. I can relate so well to your words of the woman worried for her husband in time of War.. my husband was rushed to hospital on Thanksgiving Day evening for emergency surgery but all is well now ..he developed a very high fever .. but will be home Tuesday.. so these words have emotional and special meaning to me my friend.. with luv.

  1. Date: 11/29/2010 8:55:00 AM

    The story of Patradoot is in the last parts of its journey. Your love and affection and liking for Patradoot have given me lot of inspiration and courage to bring it so close to its objective. Thanks to all my Poetry Soup friends for all your precious comments. Ravindra