औरत
धूप में तपे पत्थर
फोडे से न फूटे
स्तन से चिपका बालक
हटाए से न हटे
अंगूठे से बही रक्त की धार
रोके से न रुके
औरत फोडती रही,
औरत फूटती रही।
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Sunday, March 14, 2010
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As I read about the sad demise of tatyasaheb, and articles quoting his poetry, it dawned on me that I could attempt their translation in Hindi.Here are 108 out of his more than 1000 poems in 13 collections. I published a book ANANDLOK and a recital cassette. See my site http://www.geocities.com/hindikusumagraj
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