THE FAMILY CARRIER

THE FAMILY CARRIER

¼ifjokjokgh yhyk/kj txwM+h English translation by GPBahuguna ½

The river is not same at its source

As it is found towards its end

It is a trickling drop in beginning

but swelling into ocean towards its end.

The sea has many beautiful spots

But the most beautiful are the seashores

You can enter the sea whichever side you choose

Or You may like to retreat in wilderness

Or into habitations.

The Sea is tucked like bouquet of flowers on the girdle of earth

Shifting its horizons here and there

The afternoon hills are filled with white bunches of foaming waves

A mirror filled with storms is vacillating in the sky

The ships are filled with restless dreams

The rickety boats over burdened with new catch

If a drop of water can reach to its end

Then anything can be made to float on it

I am a family carrier man

loaded with thousand problems.

Ah my drop! When you will turn into a river?

When will you swell into a ocean?

How much load you will be able to carry

I have to sail across like ship.

Translation into English by Govind Prasad Bahuguna