I am walking, running, and flying,
I don't know in search of what 'time'?,
In fruitless effort to search the self!
The daily routines:
Milk, vegetables, cooking,
Clothes, kids' studies,
Gym, gardening and kadhhai (?),
Doing all these small chores,
I feel strengthened, envigoured.
At times I feel enough is enough,
I want to sleep for ever!
Even then every morning,
The same journey and I realize that,
Even now the breath is there,
Even now there is a long path to go,
Either the Hindiwala 'safar' (journey),
Or the Englishwala 'safar' (suffer, suffering),
It doesn't matter.
Until the breath becomes air,
Want to trade the path,
Run on it,
And fly in it.
(By JIRARA based on a poem by
Harshida Dabhi in Hindi).
