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Mist

 Mist

Nowadays

Here, in these hills mist all around

Mist, chaotic

A dark mist of blackest smoke

Mist in eyes, in the space

Mist in the heart, in life

Mist in future, darkening with burning forest

This mist is not misty

In this mysterious and dark mist

Nothing is visible

Neither valleys, nor hilltops, nor lofty mountains

Mist at afternoons, mist at nights

Mist, haphazard

 

Nobody is being recognized

Neither pedestrians nor paths

Neither deer nor rocky hills

A mist of a fire which is burning the dead ones

And approaching towards those who are alive

Animals, birds, trees and human

Between death and devil we are, and mist above head

Mist, chaos

 

Sleeping youths of their villages

Are unable to see anything

Neither today nor tomorrow,

Neither profit nor loss

Mist, chaos

Forest department isn’t able to see anything

Neither forest nor department

Neither fire nor tiger

Mist, chaos

 

Government is unable to do anything

It is miserable

Neither any solution nor remedy

Putting blames on one-another

Don’t know when this mist disappears

And when would that lofty truth be visible

Clear to view

Shining high like Himalayas in winters


N.S. Negi

Trans Dr. Deepak Bijalwan

(From soon-to-be-published book)

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Dr. Deepak Bijalwan
Poet, Translator

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