Thursday, May 7, 2015

Here, even the clouds are

so stingy when they rain,
and with each drop, I'm
spent, slowly, in thrift,
but, for you, I've borrowed
some clouds - just ask
and the rain is my gift.

tr. from Pragya Lal's 'Badal'

- Pragya Lal

Badi kanjusi se baraste hai yahan ke badal
Kifayti se yaha kharch hote hai hum;
Tumhare liye kuch badal liye hai maine udhar par
Tum bolo toh barsa doon?

Pragya Lal

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