Rose Dying in a Drawing Room

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Harivansh Rai Bachchan

Rose Dying in a Drawing Room

 Harivansh Rai Bachchan 

Rose

you have become colourless

ugly 

bent

your face is contracted

you are exhausted.

I am filled with fear looking at you

does a flower die after becoming so frightful!

In a decorated room

on a beautiful flower pot

when you come

as the king of season, Spring-ambassador,

how attractive you were!

Colour, form, juice, fragrance–all fresh.

For a moment 

 on the petals 

it was as if immortality lingered…

Unnaturalness gives a rude shock!

You would have washed your face with dew

if you would have slept under the sky–

with the breeze you would have fallen

petal by petal scattered.

You would have been honoured by Earth, 

 in nature, death is beauty!

Translated from Hindi by Prabhakar Machwe.

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