NEHA BHANDARKAR

 

Listen Hey Labourer

 

Labourer, I tell you

don't get fearful

Get up and get ready

don't you get dull

Listen, don't stop!

Let's achieve the target

Let's get the strength

to be united

You are free to live

Don't bear exploitation.

 

Accomplish some good deeds

with your self-confidence

Achieving a goal with your zeal

your power should be your sole providence

 

Everyone soon

will realise your divinity

Meanwhile, you turn down

all the superstitious

worn-out unreality

 

Just watching the uphill

won't help you reach the peak

If you want to take your

success to new heights

Why be scared of the hard grind?

 

Take new flights

in every new moment

Ward off any heartfelt detachment

Distinctly, will you realise

the change that

your hard work reveals

 

'Some great shock shook you lightly'

Happens only in ads, not in reality

But every shock of real life

breaks down a man a bit more slightly

 

To calculate its intensity, you silly

even Richter's scale fails

To compose himself from its impact

a walking stick of inspiration entails

 

Therefore, I tell you...

Hey, labourer, don't get fearful

Get up, wake up; don't you get dull

Listen, don't stop

Achieve your intended

Together, we shall become more splendid.

 

The Torch Of Revolt

 

When the course of life gets lost

fill your eyes with sunshine

to make life brighter

and avoid the gloom... Oh, friend!

 

When dreams scatter

and we are left on our own

then too, you hold onto

the strings of relationships

Please don't pull it

Keep it from breaking... Oh, friend!

 

When the starry night

is filled with the heat of the Sun

then convert your thirst

into warmth

Keep shining... Oh, friend!

 

When the mind frets and fumes

Throw off the cloak of tolerance

and don't forget to light

the torch of rebellion

keep forwarding... Oh, friend!

 

Freedom is for all

Don't forget... Hey friend

 

Freedom

 

Though love is a sacred bond

I don't want to be a puppet

Or a frog in a pond

 

I want to live my life

to connect with

All accents of delight

 

I am fighting

for my freedom

Suffering from

a fever of boredom

 

I am tired

of giving reasons

The cry of my soul

needs to be heard in all regions

©NEHA BHANDARKAR

 

NEHA BHANDARKAR

 

NEHA BHANDARKAR is widely published Iconic Marathi Poet, embellished with numerous national and international awards for her consummate literary skill mused about in her writings. She is published author of 16 books in various languages. She is trilingual author writing in Marathi, Hindi and English and also a genuine translator. Many of her poems and stories are being published in many international anthologies, magazines and E Zines.  Some of her poems, stories have been translated in French, Albanian, Philippines, Nepali, Greece, Odia, Brail etc. She is winner of Central and State government award. She has bagged Hindi state Sahithya Academy Award twice. Her poems has been broadcast on QUICHOTTE RADIO FRANCE and Hindi RADIO CHICAGO (USA).