Long Messenger Poems
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a day inside my mind
What to do? There is so much news
Trump, my mate, didn't do so well. he thought
he could wing it
against a woman whose handlers had dissected
Trump's tendency to brag, beside we must not forget
my old mate is seventy-eight
I have posts in the messenger but can't get in the asks
me for code words, they never asked before
if they have, I have forgotten it all
mind at school, I was good at the multiplication table
but after that, numbers are enemies that cause me
trouble with the tax people
My wife had minor surgery today. I spent
the day at the hospital had lunch there,
The hospital is next door to the car- a testing place where I have to bring my old car for testing
once a year, if the vehicle fails
it will be a catastrophe if that is not enough,
I have to renew
my driving license, which we old people have to do
every year to see if we can drive
I have to give the car to my mechanic to iron out the faults
then I have to see a doctor who will test my hearing
and reactions to sudden happenings.
Most of all, I worry about my wife, sit watching
a TV romance, for once, she is silent
Patradoot or The Messenger11 /Many
English version by
Ravindra K Kapoor
Forgetting my sufferings for a while, dear,
Give some consolation, to these poor farmers,
That you would convey their concern, to rain God,
For showering its rain, on their burning earth.
For centuries, every one has played,
With the fate of these poor farmers,
By wiping some of their tears, dear
Give some relief to my sufferings, as well
Ravindra
Kanpur India. 22nd May 2010 to continue in 12
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Patradoot in Hindi written by my father late
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor in 1932, when he was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi.
Patradoot or The Messenger 3/Many
Originally written in Hindi by my late
father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
English version by Ravindra K Kapoor
The moment you will hear, the voice of my heart,
You will become pious, like the showering raindrops,
Taking shapes from my expressions,
To shower the rains of Love, on my beloved’s heated heart.
Ravindra
Kanpur India. 11th May 2010 to continue in 4
Transliteration of Hindi poem in English- Patradoot or the Messenger.
Sunte Hi Sangeet Hradaya Ka,
Tu Pavitra Ho Jayega,
Udgaron Ka Rup Dharega,
Prem Virsti Burseyega.
By Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
Freedom Fighter and writer, Poet & Dramatist
(1889-1994)
Background of this Epic
The Patradoot was written originally by my later father
Dr.Amar Nath Kapoor in 1932. He had joined India’s
Freedom struggle in 1920 on the call of Mahatma Gandhi.
From 1920 till 1947 (India got freedom in 15th Aug. 1947)
my father was in active movement as Congressman and
Gandhi’s non violent soldier. For many a time he was
imprisoned for many months to more than a years sometimes.
During one such imprisonment he wrote this epic and sent
it to my mother secretly as a gift for her and to get it printed
and circulated among the masses to create awareness for
India’s freedom. The book was printed by my mother in
Hindi and some of this epic was circulated also, but the
British confiscated the book and press of my father around
1933. I was born in 1950 in a free India. I am trying to bring
this great writing of my father in English which portrays more
than the translation of the epic, so the world may
come to know about this otherwise lost and forgotten great
great epic and the sacrifices of my patents towards India’s
freedom struggle.
Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor left active politics after 1947
and devoted rest of his life in
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas,
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990.
He left this mortal world in 1994. Unfortunately many of his
World class work could not be published so far and Patradoot
is one of them.
Ravindra
I am the stag of seven tines
The yule stag
a roebuck in the thicket
I am the ever hunted messenger of life
5 days during the years end I run
5 days the fey door stands open
5 days pursued by grim death and his hounds
Hard upon my heels
Hasten ready the sun calls
Quicken, race, a son is born
Bringing the yuletide season great cheer
With bells on my antlers, they ring
Flying on Windsong delighting the little king
Flying cross the sunrise
Past a winter sea, I sail
Seeing the ship to see his nativity
Far behind us weep the willows still
Bent with ice as frozen tear,
And branches frail.
Passed the cottage bright with candle
Yellow flame against the night, nearby in a manger
lovely mother Jesus cradling
Joyful tears hitting ground
Prayers answered in holy child
Angel guard against pale moonlight
Closer to the little king I stumble
and bow my head to Mary's little baby,
Death stops, hounds halt their baying
All is quiet, grim death himself bows and turns.
I bow again to the lord of all life
Precious king of all peace and light
Crowned by a star, gold, frankincense, and myrrh,
All this moonlit night.
In the realm where the winds do whisper, and secrets softly tread,
The air is filled with tales untold, and dreams, delicately spread.
Gently it caresses the emerald leaves, sharing tales of afar,
Narrating stories of distant lands, under the same luminous star.
It twirls through the desert’s scorching expanse, lifting grains of timeless sand,
Sharing echoes of ancient times, from a distant, arid land.
Crossing over majestic mountains, where peaks kiss the heavenly blue,
The wind carries the solemn silence, of vistas vast and true.
It glides over the ocean’s endless dance, where waves eternally meet the shore,
Whispering tales of distant realms, and ships that sail no more.
Through the verdant forest, where life buzzes in hidden nooks,
The wind tells stories of the earth, in every cranny and brook.
Sweeping through the city’s hustle, amidst the chaos of human art,
The wind gathers every joy and sorrow, from every beating heart.
It meanders through the fields of flowers, where colors wildly blend,
Sharing fragrances of blossoms, in a perfumed, heady send.
Every whisper of the wandering wind, is a messenger, undefined,
A bearer of the world’s chronicles, and emotions, unconfined.
If we listen with hearts wide open, to the gentle, roaming zephyr,
We might hear the world’s heartbeat, and find our souls, tethered.
Through every gust and gentle breeze, may our spirits freely roam,
Connecting with the world’s whispering winds, in the spaces that they comb.
And in the quiet, may we hear the subtle, intimate threads,
That weave us into this tapestry, where the wandering whisper treads.
Walk on Water
I was a tear drop in your ocean
I was a ship wreck in your sea
And now you won't even…. talk to me
Now you're walking on water
just to walk away from me.
I'm holding a picture of you
and its slowly fading ….A…way,
I warned you about Katie and Pete
kissing yeah kissing!
Right In front of me!
So, you killed the messenger
And the mess..en..ger was me.
Now you're walking on water
just to walk away from me.
I was a tear drop in your ocean
Another shipwreck drowning in your sea.
I’m holding a picture of you its slowly fading from me.
I'm sitting here just dying
Dying all alone.
I'm painting a picture of you but
I can't remember the color of your eyes.
Are they green, hazel or blue.
So, in December I'm going for
A long walk in the mountain snow
And I'm never coming back to you.
I was a tear drop in your ocean
A shipwreck in the sea.
So you're still walking on water to walk away from me
(c) London F. BuSS. 2024
Star dust , too, through and beyond the milky way
Like a blanket made from the fabric of crushed hearts
The Galaxy speaks of human sorrows forever linked together
And look there, it’s a falling star
I look up and I ask God
For better words and I kept silent
For better days and I searched the light years
Then my thoughts descended like the star dying
Like a ball of fire
I deploy, I launch myself, the earth is my target
I see a constellation
I smile and continue, focused, and determine upon my destination
I pass through the stratosphere, I enter a different atmosphere
I’m just the messenger
And My Master is the Asteroid
Juxtapose , Truth’s twin is Wisdom
God’s Love is like a blanket of star dust
To cover us from those that harm us
To clothe us,
To give us guidance
To comfort us in times of sorrow
Now in the night, in the starlight
The scars in my heart they will find a way
EGWUGWU
O black African mysticism
Ceremonial Masquerade
Droning in the deep rain forest
Among the hills
I salute you
With a clang of your machete
Scattering rays from sunlight!
O terrific African beauty
Fierce Masquerade
Charging the square to zest
Even with waist cord restraint!
Transcendent of human and spirit
Adhering to the call of Oja
The absorbing beat from
Ékwé, Ogénè and Ìchàkà
Gbam gbam dim dim gbam dim
Kom kom kororo kom….
The esoteric voice of Ìgbà
Which awakens the spirit
Of the black human race!
Egwugwu, spirit of the ancestors
Messenger of the gods
Ascended from Ani-mmo!
Custodian of the age long lore
Whose appearance
Helps the child retrace their root
And old men reminisce their past!
Clown at the Abyss
God’s fool!
Darkness condemned whispers into ears
Of jeering streets lined with crowds
Stabbing betrayal into Heaven’s blackened eye
Where packs of prowling unbelief
Demand another sign -
One more cripple dancing
One more mute singing praise
One more fallen messenger chased back into fiery separation –
Smirking rules of righteous rituals
Scream into the whirlwind
To ridicule the Living Promise unbroken -
The breathing Incarnation pledged to open gates
Paddle locked then lost to dust in desert storms -
Guardians of the covenant
Only see a clown
Costumed in red ribbons of scarlet salt,
Stumbling buffoon – crown fool –
Save yourself – save us
From your foolish love,
Trying to enchant us -
Clown hanging over the abyss that all flesh fears
Yet sees clearly
Your handiwork awaiting
To slip so effortlessly through a gossamer veil -
Wearing scars of fear and jealousy,
Imprints everlasting –
Fool - now seen Almighty and all knowing –
Clown - now praised as King eternal.
Through the Dark Woods crooked pathways
Out beyond the crooked mile
Lived a Tinker who tended the crooked river dam
And He wore a crooked smile
He tinked til the wee hours of morning
Upon finest jewels of luster sheen
He tinked gold for crowns and bracelets
To be placed upon the Queen
Each day at noon he shut the rivers gates
To protect the palace in the valley low
Though he was a Master Tinker
He also cared for ebb and flow
He was paid a meager tuppence
For the many laborious hours he spent
He kept it in an old biscuit box
And never spent one cent
One day the Queen sent a messenger
A new tinker she had found
His services were hereby cancelled
His severence less than half a pound
A tinker's tear had fallen
From off his crooked brow
Left suddenly with a jobless future
There was only one action left for him now
Noon came upon the mountain
With the dam bursting at the seams
He opened every river gate
Creating raging torrents out of streams
He gazed down upon the valley
Where a Queen's palace once did stand
And thought, You can mess with this crooked tinker
Just don't mess with a tinker's dam