The Earthquake

Let it be that
we are living in the mouth of a volcano

Let it be that
in the depth there is
hot smoldering lava.

Now
today
there is sky
in our eyes ,
tomorrow
the sea will be in our fist.

And then
we too
shall turn into
an earthquake!

Perhaps Tomorrow

We still hear
terrifying screams of my tortured forefathers
that's why
in my frozen words
there roar the rivers of lead
and in terrified palms
the line of fate burns
pain, whirlwind
and in the desert
the roads may mingle and merge, let it be so!

In the eyes that are deprived
the sun will rise,
and the chained feet
turning into a bird shall fly
from here
farther and farther,
higher and higher,
perhaps tomorrow...

Someday

You have
fixed us as
memorial stones of the dead
in the desert.

And yet we
have flowered
as trees.

Trees too,
have their songs
and
deserts
have their music.

Hence
our agony of desert, too,
shall find its spring,
Isn't it?

Someday
we shall blossom
with dreams!

Now We shall Write

Now we shall write Ramayana.
Song will play on lips of Shambuka
and Sita will not be disowned by Rama.
for that we are in search of Shabari.

Now we will write Mahabharat.
Eklavya shall have bow in his hands
and Karna shall not be disgraced by Draupadi
for that we are in search of Vikarna.

Now we shall create new songs
We shall chant equality and solidarity
and man shall not be indifferent to man
for that we are in search of Buddha.

We Refuse

ઇન્કાર	We Refuse
હવે અમે વ્યથાના મહેરામણમાં વડવાનલ સંતૃપ્ત કરવાનો ઇન્કાર કર્યો છે; ને ઉદાસીન આંખોમાં લીલા જ્વાળામુખી ઉછેરી રહ્યા છીએ. હવે નૈઘ્રુણ વિષમતાને થરથરતો આશ્લેષ આપવાનો ઇન્કાર કર્યો છે; ને સંત્રસ્ત હથેળીઓમાં નવેસરથી રેખાઓ દોરી રહ્યા છીએ. હવે અમે સંકીર્ણ વિશ્વની જર્જરિત દિવાલો સાચવવાનો ઇન્કાર કર્યો છે. ને ક્ષિતિજોની પેલેપાર નવ્ય આકાશમાં ઊડી રહ્યા છીએ.	Now we refuse to cool the fire within us in the sea of pain and we grow in our sad eyes the raging volcanoes. Now we refuse to give palpitating embrace to hateful inequality and in the terrified palms we draw lines of fate afresh. Now we refuse to preserve the worn out walls of a narrow world and beyond horizons we soar the new sky.

The First Word

We plough the earth,
irrigate it
with our sweat,
we grow the crop
going an empty stomach.

You offer
sacred feast to the gods and
throw away the crumbs
to the hungry
humiliating them,
and occupy a high seat.

But
when today
shall become the history of tomorrow,
the new era chapter
shall begin
with
the word,
'We'.

The Tree of Pain

I am the tree of pain,
on every leaf and every branch
flames ablaze.

From the snow mountain
standing there
there falls a painful scream
of my loneliness.

From the relationships of Stone Age
the wounds bleed
and yet
I show
dawn
to the owls
and enjoy the riches of pain.

And yet the unresolved pain
of a man burning within
echoes in the wilderness
' the human beings are cursed.'