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LITERARY CORNER
A society that has lost its poets is dead. Poets see what our crude pragmatism fails to notice. Even though we keep publishing essays, commentaries, reports and reviews, we believe that a forum without poetic sensibilities cannot take us to a higher level of consciousness. Here is a wonderful poem–simple, yet immensely illuminating. Let the readers enter its soul.
Transit Camp
Padma Sachdev
When I am alone
at home or in the studio
my destiny
comes and stands by my side
beckons to me
softly, insidiously
lightens the load of my loneliness.
It has no habitation
yet I am greedy to go with it.
My longing begins to break bonds.
Then
some cowardly
sense of security
holds me back
in this place
which once I thought
a transit camp.
Source : Translated from Dogri by Iqbal Masud
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