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II-Marie
It was two full days after this charade
when Marie was told the grim news,
her ex-husband had been shanked in prison,
killed by two illegal alien youths.
When she went down to the funeral,
she was greeted by the dirtiest glares,
except from Robby’s sister, Jana,
a quiet your woman of grace and care.
They talked long after the service had
come to its sad and dignified end,
Jana said,”I know you didn’t plan for this,
but I’m hoping that we can remain friends.”
Marie was taken aback by this,
it came out of nowhere, a surprise,
but she saw a deep sincerity
in the young woman’s tired, blue eyes.
They did all the things the girlfriends do,
went to brunch, shopped too much, borrowed clothes,
Marie would let Aunt Jana take
the boys out for several hours or so.
Six months later on a Saturday night,
the two drank ’till their teeth learned to swim,
they took a cab back to Marie’s house,
and with a clamor, stumbled their way in.
Both of them collapsed on the big soda,
Marie said,”Haven’t danced like that in years.
Robby never really knew how to dance,
he’d just hang back and nurse a light beer.”
Marie had had too many drinks that night,
said,”He was always acting that way.
Had no ambition to movie up in the world,
nor to even try to bring home more pay.
“I wish I’d gotten through to that man,
and it is so sad that I never did,
but I deserve a comfortable life,
and, of course, must think of my kids.”
Jana mumbled drunkenly,”I understand,"
then quickly passed out to a boozy sleep.
Marie would soon fall asleep next to her,
for she felt too drunk to trust to her feet.
Three months later she awoke to a noise,
wood splintering as her front door crashed.
She ran down to hear a police sergeant
say,”We’ve a warrant boys, go find her stash!”
She stammered, unable to make sense of it,
when the cops found hidden bags of cocaine,
the sergeant slapped cuffs onto her wrists,
while she cried,”This must be a mistake!”
CONCLUDES IN PART III.
Patradoot or The Messenger 6/Many
English version by
Ravindra K Kapoor
The journey is long, lonely and the path deserted,
You have to pass a long way dear,
Leaving the bank of river Suryu*
You have to take a dip in the holy river Ganges.*
Ravindra
Kanpur India. 14th May 2010 to continue in 7
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Transliteration of Hindi poem in English- Patradoot or the Messenger.
Marg Vilumbit Soon San Hai,
Patra Tujhe Jana Ho Ga,
Saryu Tut Ko Chor,
Janhvi Mai Gote Khana Hoga.
Patradoot in Hindi written by
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
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* Saryu. A river of North India which is flows near the jail
Of Faizabad where Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor was
Was imprisoned and wrote this wonderful epic.
He was a follower of Mahatma Gandhi and
Believed in non-violence only.
*Ganges. River Ganges, which meets at Holy shrine
Place Allahabad, famous for the Sangam of two rivers.
It is also the place were the writers beloved was residing,
This is the tale of a girl named Jana,
grew up watching badass women on screen,
was inspired by their strength and their pluck,
the way they cut through bad guys in each scene.
In middle school she started martial arts,
she moved through the belts to become the best,
in high school she put on exhibitions,
and many to her great skill did attest.
On college fields she kept up with her art
as intensely as she did her studies,
they held her up as an ‘empowered’ woman,
to be envied by all of her buddies.
The administration encouraged her,
she was a poster girl fit for brochures,
professors claimed she could beat anyone,
that no woman or man could long endure.
A feminist professor plugged Jana’s talent
one morning in an intro-level class,
most of her students just nodded blindly,
but one let out a harsh, belly laugh.
Twas a future engineer who cackled so,
said,”I’m sure her skills bring her the highest score,
but I gotta think fighting against a man
she would experience nothing but floor.”
Now the student, who went by the name Rick,
caused quite the stir with his candid remarks,
professors and students jeered his outlook,
but Rick just blew it all off as a lark.
Jana was the maddest of the outraged,
and decided that she must prove herself,
she claimed that she could defeat any man,
then challenged Rick, who she planned to whip well.
Now Rick wisely chose to ignore her crap,
because in truth, he could see no good play,
Ii he won then he had beaten up a girl,
and if he lost, he’d be covered in shame.
But the denunciations continued,
and the college sided with Jana’s cause,
so Rick agreed to a proper match-up
in a ring, obeying all the state laws.
Jana seemed thrilled, and set to training,
and at least half the school said she would win,
her opponent was fifteen pounds overweight,
she was faster, and better trained them him...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
...When the day came folks fathered in the gym,
twas an ‘empowering day,’ they all said,
When the bell rang Jana flurried with kicks,
she was invigorated, seeing red.
But every kick seemed to just bounce off Rick,
he barely flinched when hit hard in the face,
hadn’t thrown a punch, just stood there waiting
as Jana went about the martial race.
As the first round went, her confidence grew,
and she began to come inside more and more,
then a body-blow caved in her stomach
and Jana collapsed, gasping, to the floor.
There was no point in counting down from ten,
it would be minutes before she got up,
the crowd went silent, Rick just sighed at them,
as the poor girl wheezed hard, then threw up.
Said Rick,”I hope today you have come to see
why there has long been an understanding
for thousands of years, that man and woman
really should not be physically fighting!”
And then he walked off to a throng of “boo”
from those who so wished she had beat the man,
ideology said they must be the same,
but reality just don’t give a damn.
"Aankhein aesi, jaise aakash ganga mein behte taarein.
(Eyes rivalling the river of stars in the sky)
Muskaan aesi, maano suraj ki kirano ko bunn ke banaye.
(A smile spun from the rays of the sun)
Aawaj aesi jaise tarakhti dhoop mein chhaaon mein chalti hawaayein.
(A voice as soothing as a breeze in scorching summer)
Tera saath aesa, jaise andheri raahon mein chand ki halki roshni ka sahara.
(Presence reminding of the gentle moon light, guiding through dark routes)
Tera choo jana manno rab ki duayein"
(Your touch, so divine/ your touch feels like a blessing from the divine)
Teri gair maijudgi karde mujhe bheer mein akela
(Your absence makes me feel alone in the crowd)
Tera rona karde mere dill ko beshara
(Your tears hits me with a wave of helplessness)
Zindagi meri rahe ya na rahe...bas tu mere saath rahe
(Cant translate this one. Sorry)
Bas itni si hain is dill ki ye dua
Bas itni si hain is dill ki ye dua...
One may well in one swift motion
Snatch a jewel from crocodile jaws,
May swim across a vast ocean
Gone stormy what with giant bows,
Can well fight with a furious snake
And wrap it like garland ‘round neck,
But scarce can please a proven fool,
How so well-schooled he’s, how so cool.
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Translation | | please, fool
Poet’s Note: Bhartruhari was a poet king in central India in the seventh century CE, who when disillusioned in love renounced kingdom and became an ascetic. Neeti Shatakam, a compilation of hundred verses on moral values was written by him along with Shringar Shatakam on romance, and Vairagya Shatakam on dispassion and renunciation. This verse on fools is taken from Neeti Shatakam.
Prasahya manim uddharet makara-vaktra danshtran
Ankurat samudram api san-taret prachalat urmi malakulam |
Bhujangam api kopitam shirasi pushpavat dharayet
Na tu prati-nivishta murkha jana chittam aradhayet || 4 || Metre: Prthvi-vrtta
III-Jana
Four months following Marie’s conviction,
Jana walked calmly into the prison,
there to see her former sister-in-law,
doing twenty years for sale and possession.
She had a purpose she needed to see through,
Jana had to see Marie and tell her,
so she lied and said that they were engaged,
so they could get the conjugal trailer.
When they brought Marie in, clad in orange,
her eyes lit up at the sight of her friend,
she cried,”Jana, I don’t belong in here!
I’ve done nothing, and yet I’m in the penn!"
“I’ve no idea where those drugs came from,”
she declared as she slumped in the chair.
Said Jana,”There’s no mystery in that.
It was I who put the cocaine there.”
Marie nearly choked, too stunned to speak,
barely managing to croak out a “Why?”
Jana said,”Well, it’s really quite simple,
you are the true reason that my brother died.
“Did you think I ever would forget
what you did to him in that court room?
How you lied and called him an abuser,
when you knew damn straight that it wasn’t true!
“Robby didn’t have a violent bone,
everyone knew that you wore the pants,
you could have just divorced him and gone,
there was no reason to destroy the man!
“And then you go and explain that you left
because Robby didn’t make enough cash?!
For richer or poorer…a joke to you,
you really should not have told me that.
“Your children will be raised by my parents,
who set a far better example than you.
Couldn’t let you go guide their upbringing,
they’d probably turn out evil too!
“You took my brother away from us all,
and you left my poor parents deep in tears,
for that I sentence you to two decades
of living all of your waking moments in fear.
“And don’t think about repeating all this,
in this trailer they cannot listen in.
They’ll believe it the ravings of a scumbag,
desperate to escape her great sins—”
At this post Marie leapt for Jana’s throat,
but Jana swiftly leapt up and jumped back,
she shouted loudly,”Guards’! She’s gone crazy!”
They rushed on in and broke up the attack.
While they subdued Marie there on the floor,
Jana quickly exited the whole scene,
and allowed herself a vengeful smile
at the sound of Marie’s mad, futile screams.