Sunday, July 1, 2012

A LONELY TREE IN SPRING AND A POEM OF KURDISH POET SHERKO BEKAS


                                                             

                                                                  
Why is this Almond Tree lonely in Spring ??????
Badaam Vaari Garden Srinagar Kashmir .
Spring 2012. Photo Autar Mota
To this photo I add poem “ Roots “by Kurdish Poet Sherko Bekas …
(ROOTS)

Even if the stars,
the clouds,
the wind and
the sun
do not see the murderers,
when the birds are killed in the sky,
and if the horizon turns a deaf ear to them
and the mountains and the rivers
do not keep their memory,
there ought to be at least one tree
who witnesses their death
and writes their names into its roots.
( Sherko Bekas Kurdish Poet )

And who is this Sherko Bekas ??????????...........
                                                                   
Sherko Bekas (2 May 1940), is a prominent contemporary Kurdish poet. He was born on 2 May 1940 in Sulaimaniya in Iraqi Kurdistan as a son of the Kurdish poet Fayak Bekas. I found his poems stimulating. His poems are about human nature, of people and for people, both near by and verydistant. Autar Mota is reading this great Kurdish Poet Sherko Bekas . Reading some of his Mini Poems , one is reminded of Naadim Sahib's "Haaerisaat " . Some sample poems are :-

( PAIN )

I am a towering pain
without having to climb onto the shoulders of another grief.
If I lift my head
just a few inches
I can already see the wounds everywhere,
and the poor can see me
wherever they are.

( Sherko Bekas Eminent Kurdish Poet )


(COMPARISON)

History came
and compared its greatness
to the magnitude of your sufferings.
your sufferings surpassed it by a few fingerbreadths.
When the ocean wanted to compare
Its depth to that of your wounds,
It screamed for fear of
Being drowned in them.

(Sherko Bekas)

(BOAT )

... To me

My heart is like a boat
With some holes in the bottom.
again and again
water presses its way in,
and I bale it out.
Before I have baled out
a bucketful of old sorrow,
it is already replaced by new sorrow.
But neither does this restless boat sink
nor does it anchor
in the whirlwind of this night.
( Sherko Bekas )
Based on a work at http:\\autarmota.blogspot.com\.

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