Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Your Daily Soap....

Sometimes, the simplest of everyday stuff inspires a poem. My friend Amit Amembal,  recently posted a photograph on how worn out soaps get a new life in their old age, when they are stuck onto the younger soaps. 

It doesn't matter if the soap has changed color.  Old is always gold.   And it must always be an honor for the new ones  to do this.  

It is a life philosophy.  Now in Marathi and English .....

एक दुसर्यांसाठी कण खण
झिजणारे आयुष्य ,
कुणा एकाचे तन स्वच्छता अभियान

घालवलेली आयुष्याची संध्याकाळ,
आणि पाण्यात पट्कन विर्घळ्नारि स्वप्न…

आणि अचानक
एक धडधाकट व्यक्तिमत्वाचे आगमन,
मुलासमान त्यांनी घेतलेली काळजी
"मी आहे, माझ्याबरोबर रहा …."
असे म्हणून शेजारी बसवणे ,
आणि मग पुन्हा
पहिल्यासारखा हुरूप येउन
स्वच्छता अभियान लढवणे …

अजून आपल्याकडे ज्येष्ठांचा आदर होतो,
बघून बर वाटलं.....
A dissipating energy,
the evening of  life
scrubbing the sins and spots
of so many,
and watching
so many dreams
dissolve into nothingness.

And suddenly,
an extended hand,
of one who
adopts and becomes
a healthy son,
reassuring ,
as he says,
"Don't worry, I am there....",
and once again,
it is back to a
dedicated scrubbing life....

Happy to know that
there is so much respect
for seniors
in a soapy world....

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