The Poor Man Poem by Shiv Kumar Batalvi

The Poor Man

Rating: 5.0


Today this poor man
Begs you once again,
For one more tragedy,
For the sake of his pen.

It has been an age
Since I have drunk of sorrow,
Stir tears into pain,
Make it twice as fierce.

This blank sheet of paper
Watches me silently,
A caravan of poems
Is lost in a desert of words.

I want to walk
With the ache of the thorn in my foot,
Whatever be the distance, my friend,
From sorrow to the grave.

Even pain has turned its back upon me.
Come back! says Shiv,
You have been my tale
For a long, long time!

[Translated from 'Aj Fer Dil Gareeb Da' by Suman Kashyap]

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sylvia Frances Chan 17 October 2021

He translated a very sad poem too, same content same issue as his own poems, very tragic very sad BUT most beautiful poem in its true sadness! 5 Stars fullest again.

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Excellent translation of a marvellous poem deserving felicitations

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Dr Antony Theodore 09 June 2019

This blank sheet of paper Watches me silently, A caravan of poems Is lost in a desert of words. very fine expressions. tony

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Shiv Kumar Batalvi

Shiv Kumar Batalvi

Punjab / British India
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