SPRING TIME IN NEW YORK AND MY POETIC FEELINGS

                                       

SPRING TIME  ..NEW YORK..

(Mobile Photos.. Autar Mota)

Spring has arrived in New York.  River While walking through parks and Paths , i see  Tulips and  Blooming Trees. A pleasant   Breeze welcomes me everywhere. My kashmir, My homeland  comes to my mind again and again.  I scribble..

Beyi  pherrun  Baagus  jaanawaar
Na chha shishruk gham na chha kaanh Tchalla laar
Phaetti gaash tulan beyi shor Tchopaer
Beyi  vuff ta vudav   orra yorr  Tchopaer
Me chha Basaan  daaii vassi prithvi pyath,
Parratchhien neitha-naen hi  posha kulein,
Chhakki Amrit hue  shabnam shehjaar
Sheish Gatchhi laenjji laenjji moolas moolas,
'Beyi Aav Bahaar
Beyi Aav Bahaar...'

(Autar Mota)

My English translation would be...

For Sure,
The birds shall return to the garden,
No more worries of the winter now,
None to make them fly away any more,
Once more a chirpy dawn,
once more flights in free sky;
I am hopeful
About God's personal visit to the Land ,
To spread freshness of nectar  like dew ,
On   every tormented  and naked   flowering  tree ..
And then,
 every branch ,
 every root ,
will come to know :
" Here comes the spring ,
And , Once more the spring is here.'

(Autar Mota)






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