Needh kaa Nirmaan Phir Phir...

   

           The clouds gather ominously. The gentle breeze starts blowing with the force of a gale. Lightning strikes. It hasn’t begun raining yet, but you can smell the rain. Trees are ravaged, bent over double by the gust and the only sound you can hear is that of leaves swishing violently and that of tin boards of shops falling over. The sky darkens even more as the sun sets and it is accompanied by loud thunder. All you can see is clouds of dust rising up towards the sky and it is difficult to keep your eyes open. You look up towards the sky and you see that one sparrow which is being bullied mercilessly by the wind. It looks so vulnerable, a small sparrow braving the mighty wind. For every thrust ahead, it is pushed twice backward. And sideways. Still, it fights doggedly and survives another storm.

And then sheets of water start pouring.

And people scamper for safety.

It reminds me of a Hindi poem that I learnt in school and I love quoting it. It is written by Harivanshrai Bachchan and it’s based on perseverance & re-generation. I couldn’t recall the whole poem and therefore googled it. I shall soon post a translation as well.

 

 

Yah Uthi Aandhi Kii Nabh Main
Chaa Gaya Sahsa Andhera
Dhooli Dhoosar Badalon Ne
Bhoomi Ko Iss Bhaanti Ghera
Raat Saa Din Ho Gaya
Phir Raat Aayi Aur Kaali
Lag Raha Tha Ab Naa Hoga
Iss Nisha Ka Phir Savera
Raat Ke Utpaat Bhay Se
Bheet Jan-Jan Bheet Kan-Kan
Kintu Prachi Se Usha Ki
Mohini Muskaan Phir Phir,
Needh ka nirman phir phir
Neh ka avhaan phir phir!

Kruddha Nabh ke Vajradanton Main
Usha hai muskaraati,
Ghor garjanmay gagan ke
Kanth main Khag pankti gaati
Ek chidiya chonch main
Tinka liye jo jaa rahi hai
Vah sahaj mein hi pavan unchaas ko
Neecha dikha rahi hai.
Nash ke dukh se kabhi
Dabta nahin nirmaan ka sukh
Pralay ki nistabdhata mein
Srushti ka navgaan phir phir.
Needh ka nirmaan phir phir
Neh ka aavhaan phir phir