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A Song of Not Living Among One’s Own

They troubled me so much
that I came crawling out of their world
I looked back so many times
with the urge to return
but they didn’t call me even once

And so I was separated from my own folk
And so I grew alien

Fragmenting and scattering like communities
the pannier of my dreams crumbled

I will live in the world of solitude if I must
but I will not be miserable

for all my memories
are not tormented ones

© Translation: 2010, Bharat Bhooshan Tiwari

A SONG OF NOT LIVING AMONG ONE’S OWN

© 2010, Prabhat
From: Pratilipi December 2008
Publisher: Udaharan Publication, Jodhpur

Prabhat

Prabhat

Prabhat (born 1972) is a writer of children’s short fiction, poetry and drama. Born in Raisana (Karauli), he lives presently in Sawai Madhopur in Rajasthan. He has published five books for children. His songs, poems, stories and plays for children have also been published in several magazines.

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A Song of Not Living Among One’s Own

They troubled me so much
that I came crawling out of their world
I looked back so many times
with the urge to return
but they didn’t call me even once

And so I was separated from my own folk
And so I grew alien

Fragmenting and scattering like communities
the pannier of my dreams crumbled

I will live in the world of solitude if I must
but I will not be miserable

for all my memories
are not tormented ones

© 2010, Bharat Bhooshan Tiwari
From: Pratilipi December 2008

A Song of Not Living Among One’s Own

They troubled me so much
that I came crawling out of their world
I looked back so many times
with the urge to return
but they didn’t call me even once

And so I was separated from my own folk
And so I grew alien

Fragmenting and scattering like communities
the pannier of my dreams crumbled

I will live in the world of solitude if I must
but I will not be miserable

for all my memories
are not tormented ones

© 2010, Bharat Bhooshan Tiwari

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