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Patradoot Or the Messenger 8/Many

Patradoot or The Messenger 8/Many

English version by
Ravindra K Kapoor



Enchanting beauty of nature, 

Would unfold its charms, on your way,

When you would take my hearts message,

For the most lovely child of the creator, my beloved.

Ravindra

Kanpur  India. 15th May 2010                           to continue in 9


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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World class work could not be published so far and Patradoot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

Transliteration of Hindi poem in English- Patradoot or the Messenger.


Prakriti   Mugdha   Sunderta   ke, 

Mug   Mai   Nav   Drashaya   Suhayenge,

Le   Kur   Priya   Dhing   Hirdraya  Sandesha,   

Jub   Tu    Mera    Gayega. 


Patradoot in Hindi written by
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

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THE SHEEP IN ME IS SCARED OF THE DEN

I am huge with the body of a lion, yet I am a sheep,
The den isn't my Zion, yet the sheep come to me only in my sleep,
My ration of the catch tastes sweet, yet from my grip the biggest ones slip,
When what I need is a jet, yet I got entangled in a slow moving ship.

I dream of a play with the sheep but the shepherd is just too scary,
My long stay in the den is not making the lions any longer caring,
The sweets in the den are now too tasteful for me not to be part of the sharing,
But all I see around me are lions that are no longer cheering.

The bigger my canines become the more my carnivorous appetite diminish,
My rumen is now depleted of energies needing the coming days to replenish,
Soon my foolishness will totally leave my stomach to punish,
But it is better for the lion in me to die for the sheep in me to be without a blemish.

That day will surely come when no roars will scare my mind,
Then my joy will come under the protections of the shepherd that's always kind,
I am just praying that peace of mind will be there for me to find,
But all I need do now is to have a lot of patience for the grace of God to bind.

Container



            Containers come with different purposes 
            as they hold, wage, measure and engage.

                  From stone walls to fragile shells,
                  blood vessels to cage to idea.
        Containers come with different protections and methods for treasures to unveil. 
        Each of a different purpose and story to tell.
     Holding memories, secrets, or material, spirits- preciousness, 
           like a ring of a bell, a bluuurpbglllpll- 
       vomit of a puppet, a ouija for a demon of Hell.


In wooden chests, treasures lie hidden, 
till the creak of hinge is bidden.
Whispers of history, stories in books, either Holy, educational, entertaining, 
mysterious or forbidden us.

           The brain to house memories, 
                    where they belong, 
                  the skull for the brain, 
                to help keep harm from, 
                    or as a placeholder 
        for grey matter placebo for some.

            The vessel of a porcelain teacup,
 holds warmth and comfort, it's mold to stand 
and deliver, as your lips gingerly quiver, bracing for 
         impact, careful it's hot, you lily liver!

             Aww yes, sipping nature's elixirs 
                     with each delicate sip,
          in its delicacy, (pinky up sophisticately)
   we find wisdom's mold to behold, pattern, 
 symbology, continuity, ingenuity, bounty, 
      Thrift Store Old Lady looking at you look at her. 
                   antiques like security.
              
                         Aaarg matey!
A ship sails the vast, uncharted sea,
bearing straits of discovery, to arrive in one piece and enjoying the ******* luxury.
Contouring the wind's sweet glide.

A private plane, a non fossil fuel of the Elites, 
a vessel of travel and privilege, 
reaching for the sky, off to Little St. James, 
though Hell is a contained container, 
and Hell is from here to Eternity.


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Patradoot Or the Messenger 30 /Many

Patradoot or The Messenger30 /Many 
  
English version by  Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor


How beautiful is my city Prayag*, dear letter,
Which enchants the visitors and enthralls,
By the lovely simplicity of its houses,
And the warmth of the hearts of its dwellers.

Amid the doors and windows of its houses,
You would find sweet and cool breeze blowing,
And a serene happiness you would find,
On the faces of its lovely citizens. dear. 

You would find the people of this city,
Full of patience and quite energetic,
By the time you would reach,
The place near my door, dear letter.

DESCRIPTION OF THE DWELLING HOUSE

To get released from the custody of the Postman,
You will go in his hand, dear letter,
Thus you will get the chance to get free,
To convey my message to my beloved.

Among the beautiful loving inhabitants,
Of my place, known as Bharti Bhavan, 
You would see they love their friend’s life even,
More preciously then their own, dear letter.

Ravindra

Kanpur 21st August 2010.                          to continue in 31

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Clarifications:

* Prayag 		Allahabad is also know as Prayag or Triveni. And Allahabad  is the 
                                    most ancient city  of India, 

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

He wrote Patradoot in Hindi, when he was kept in Faizabad Jail for quite
a long time. The Epic was written as a gift for my mother and it was
sent to her secretly from Faizabad Jail. He was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom 
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. He was imprisoned 
many times during 1920 to 1947. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath 
Kapoor left active politics 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.

Tidal Whirlpool

Into the darkness I drove the line.
With sudden persistence I stuck their spirits.
Questions arose about my faith.
Under the shadows the powers of the air quake.
Through blended fields I struck their souls.
Yoking my aura deep into the earth.
Waking the mountain it never crumbled.
Ascending the moon, we summit the sky.
Zero percent of my trust was lost.
Accepting the limits of music's healing powers.
Into the light I became the world's darkness.
Without warning I took down all their protections.
Queens discovered my resilience and my mercy.
Under heavy silver rain those in power ran to cover.
Thoughts of my greatness whispered in all secret places.
Yoga they have never seen with Mastery of all senses obtained.
Witnessing visions almost forgotten in ancient days long past.
Acquiring strength to find hope in sorrow.
Zooming past traps laid by fools.
Asking for amber rain.
Indigo rivers of royal blood spilt.
Without doubt I belong to empires yet founded and peoples yet born.


Patradoot Or the Messenger 19/Many

Patradoot or The Messenger19 /Many 
  
English version by 
Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor



Their wet clothes sticking to their youthful body,

Would be adding intoxicating wine to their ravishing youth,

Such a beauty would destroy even the pride of those,

Whom we adore, as heavenly body,  dear letter..



The showers thrown on each other during the water play,

Would allure you like pearls unknowingly, dear letter,

When it would fall and stay on their breasts,

And making their youth more beautiful with their weight.



Ravindra


Kanpur India            11th June 2010                                 to continue in 20

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Note:
If any reader who is not a member of Poetry soup
has any question or queries, they can 
send me an email on  [email protected]

Patradoot in Hindi was originally 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. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath 
Kapoor left active politics 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.

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Patradoot Or the Messenger 11/Many

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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Note:
In order to protect the publication of Patradoot or 
The messenger in Hindi and English, I am 
discontinuing the Hindi Transliteration of Patradoot 
from this part to protect the original work of my father
late Dr Amar Nath Kapoor. From now onwards 
only English version of the Patradoot would be
placed as usual.

If any reader who is not a member of Poetry soup
has any question or queries they can 
send me an email on- [email protected].

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 15/Many

Patradoot or The Messenger15 /Many 

  

English version by 

Ravindra K Kapoor 

  

  

On your way dear letter, you keep enjoying, 
  

The enchanting wine of nature’s beauty, 
  

Till you reach the holy mother river’s place, 
  

We all know by the name of Triveni*. 


  

Somewhere on your way, you would listen 


The enthralling sound of Dholak*, 
  

And at some place, you may see, 
 

A newly wedded bride moving on a Palki* 

  
Ravindra 

  
Kanpur India   6th June  2010                        to continue in 16 


*Triveni.     A place where three river streams meet. Generally used for the city of 
                 Allahabad,  where our great holy rivers Ganga, Yamuna and Saraswati 
                 used to meet at a point known as Sangam.      

* Dholak.   It is the Indian hand drum called dholak. It is a very popular folk drum of 
                 northern India. 

*Palki.         Is a small wooden cabin carriage, which was earlier used for carrying  
                  one or two persons from one place to another. Generally it was used for newly   
                  wedded brides, when she moves from her father's place to her husband's place. 
                  The entire cabin hangs on a long bamboo which is carried by 4 - 6 persons. It is 
                  still used in some villages in many parts of India. 

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NOTE: If any reader who is not a member of Poetry soup 
has any question or queries, they can 
send me an email on  [email protected] 

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. After India ’s 
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath 
Kapoor left active politics 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.

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