Some days back , I was invited to witness a play performed by IPTA
J&K Chapter commemorating Death Anniversary of India ’s three Revolutionary freedom Fighters namely Bhagat Singh, Rajguru and Sukhdev.
Some Characters in the play read poems of Punjabi Poet *PASH . The poems had deep relevance to the event
and the subject of the play .I post one poem titled Adhi Raat ( Midnight ) for
readers who do not know PASH . The poem has been rendered to simple
English by me….
(MIDNIGHT )
At Midnight ,
Not even seven warm
quilts could stop my shiver .
As if river Satluj
had flown over my bed,
Drenched lay all the seven quilts,
My Fever 106 or may
be 107 Degrees ,
Every breath just
sweat and sweat only.
And then the thought
“ Those who are
engaged in changing the world around them ,
Never die of fever ,
Those who are carried
away on the shoulders of the Death ,
Begin their life’s
journey afresh after their Death .”
And for me barred
lies the warmth of the sun
But listen ,
“I shall not accept
even the shade of that sun.
I shall break every
empty Pitcher
My blood and sweat
have mingled with this earth
I shall grow once
again even after being buried under this earth”
( Pash )
Pash is the pen name of Punjabi
revolutionary poet Avtar Singh Sandhu ( 1950-1988 ). A Patriot , Nationalist , Champion
of the underprivileged , Pash’s
poetry is laced with Marxist thought . He talks of Struggle and fight for social justice and
oppression. He is starkly Anti establishment .His literary critics have opined that beating Marxist drums alone is not the ultimate aim Great Poetry . Whatever be said about him, he remains quite
sensitive to issues facing humanity at large especially the poor and the
marginalized .That apart , he remains a loud voice in Modern Punjabi poetry that comes close to the poetry
of Baulgaria’s Nikola Vaptsarov ( 1909-1942 ).
Assisted by his wife , he also
started a Model school for poor and Underprivileged children of his
village with Grant received from Punjabi Sahitya
Academy . He also edited Anti
47 a magazine that opposed Punjab's Terrorism . He knew
that armed Terrorists were
after his blood and he would be killed any moment . He gave this
indication in so many poems and write ups . He was killed by Armed
Militants on 23.03.1988 in his village Talwandi Salem,Jalandhar .
In his Poem Mein Vidaa Hondaa Hain ( I take leave of you )
“ You drop all this from your mind ,
My love ,
Except this
That I had intense longing to live ,
That neck deep I wanted to delve in life ;
You live my share of life ,
My Love ,
Live my share of life as well….
A selection of his poems in Punjabi, INKAR,
was published in Lahore
in 1997 . Sahitya academy
also published a Book On Pash in 1999 titled”PASH PUNJABI POET
” He has also been widely translated . His letters and pages from his Diaries have also been published .Love for his land of birth is visible in most of his letters and diary
notes .
I quote a Paragraph from his Diary Published
Posthumously ..
“ So beautiful was the night
today ! All through I had intimate talk
with it , The dew covered wheat lying asleep on earth’s vast bridal bed , with
heaps of sugarcane stalks aglow in the moonlight , with carts standing still
like orphans , with thatched huts showing warmth distinct from cold ……… And
with forefathers calmly buried in their graves ..
( Pash 01.01.1974 )
Poetry of Pash also
bears influence of Chilean Poet Pablo Neruda and Turkish Poet Nazim Hikmet Ran.
It appears that Pash had profound knowledge of world literature . Possibly a
serious study of world literature shaped his committment and clarity apart from
the gigantic courage of conviction that he demonstrated in life ...I quote him
..
"Eagles
have flown aloft taking in their beaks
Our desire for a
moment of life's peace,
Friends, let us
indeed,
In pursuit of flying
eagles proceed.""
- Pash
( Autar Mota 27.03.2014 )
Based on a work at http:\\autarmota.blogspot.com\.
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