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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World class work could not be published so far and Patradoot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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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.
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.
Continued....
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.
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 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.
In the state of being equal,
Especially in status quo,
Rights, and opportunities not always shown.
Fairness
Justness
Equability
Impartiality
Even-handedness
not in this reality
I am a woman of the gender species
Speaking up loud, and bold for equality
Empowerment
Equal within interests, activities
Clothed consideration if able
Allow me to do it
Empowerment
Though, genetically-genitalia differences
Doesn’t necessary mean, we of different gender
Can’t hang, nor handle
Empowerment
Understandings of gender continually evolve
If we can handle it.
If it don’t hurt me short term or long term
If I can learn it, allow me to own it
Allow us to get along with it; In the course of a person's life,
The interests, activities, professions these are considered the domains of ...equal access
Enjoy the same rights, resources,
Opportunities and protections.
It does not require that girls and boys, or women and men,
be the same, or that they be treated exactly alike."
Allow me to do it
Empowerment
Though, genetically-genitalia differences
Doesn’t necessary mean, we of different gender
Can’t hang, nor handle
Empowerment
Understandings of gender continually evolve
If we can handle it.
Just allow me to do it if I’m able equally…
Same rights, resources, Gender equality
Allow me, to be free…
Empowerment
Allow me, to be free… Gender equality
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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 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.
A star shinning in my heart with the morning light
When I thank God’s protections all through the night
A sun brightening my life in every way
Instilled by Holy Spirit guiding me day by day
A warm wind making me feel God’s omnipresence
Feeling the love and care of my family, clan and friends
A moonlight giving romance to sweet couple
Being in-love with my mission sharing and serving people
A rich garden with all the beautiful and fragrant flowers
As I’ve strength for challenges with smiles and laughter
The most wonderful grace from the Divine Providence
Making me grateful for all His gifts and my accomplishments
A fruit of the Holy Spirit born in one’s heart-core
Making me a blessing, Oh God to Thee, I joyfully adore!
July 31, 2022 10.06pm
JOY
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Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
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