tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89999089674836155482011-10-26T06:29:34.038+05:30collection of poems & videosPRAVIN SABNIS (Goa,India)noreply@blogger.comBlogger221100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999908967483615548.post-74611078191907948912011-03-28T11:31:00.012+05:302011-03-30T09:52:26.722+05:30

Some parents say: from your roots don’t go astray Education in the mother-tongue is the need of the day… Other parents say: let our children have our way Education in English will ensure an apt global pay… But heed the children and what they have to say Surely they would rather learn only the fun way! A real mess is served in the education tray… where the nut gets screwed and the gut

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Words wander away when departs a little son of a dear friend… from the old college days a poem resonates with questions that arise when a life dies young… WHY? Why death? Why life? The sun sets to rise again, Does Life die to live again? If it does, why death? If not, why life? - Pravin Sabnis (1989)

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Leaves sprout… flowers bloom Trees smile and chase the gloom Spring is here to spread the cheer Shed your inhibitions, have no fear! Here’s the flavoured milk, say cheers For the veterans, open the bhang & beers The fire’s going down, bring more wood There it lies where once the tree stood A full moon looks on as winds stoke embers,in the season of spring, trees get dismembered

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One day, we may be stopped in our tracks by a maniacal mob…… and be confronted with the Questions…“what’s your religion?Same as ours?Or different like theirs?”And our lives will depend… on our answers… and their religion!We must ask ourselves whether we have learnt any lessons from the numerous killings, brutal attacks and rapist rioting, born of divisive religious fanaticism…

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Good! The politician has raised the scareAnd proclaimed our villages unsafe out thereThe issues are not as simple as they lookThese villagers are terrorists and crooksThat farmer insists that we cannot transgressSurely he is an obstacle to our true progressThe land may be his, but the lease is mineHow dare he say, “To hell with the MINE”Our farmers, our villagers are no longer the sameThey are

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here is my first Hindi verse written at the western Consultation on SEZs (it was inspired by a video and spirited presentation of the fight against SEZs in Gujarat):itna bhi mat rulaye, ki aasoon sukh jaye...aur sujhi huyi ankhon se lava beh jaye...itna bhi mat sataye, ki har path bandh ho jaye...aur sar pe kafan bandhne ka vikalp bach jaye !the english translation would beDo not make me cry such

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I woke up in a different age...I woke up in shock and rage...Ten years further to today...My village had gone astray...It was like a fairy tale all gone wrong...Where cacophony posed as a song...Gone were the fields that were mine...My land, my village was just a MINE!I went to the authorities to complainHoping for justice to relieve my pain...They asked me to prove my citizenshipWithout my

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Here’s an old poem penned by my younger avataar…DIWALIEffigies of evil strut in the streets…Loudspeakers blow, drums beat…The blaring music, the rhythmic dance…Carnaval is back with its mesmerizing trance!Is it a time to be happy and gay?Or is it just revellery gone astray?Questions stagger in the mind…Why does the light seek to blind?The youth celebrate the blinding blazeAnd children watch in

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(a poem written in college)GETTING OLDERNo jumping and shouting like before...Life is not the same anymore...I am no longer brave and bold...Maybe I am getting old...My limbs complain of pain...Tired thoughts trouble my brain...My (once) boiling blood is turning cold...Surely, I am getting old...The walk is getting slower...Spoken words are fewer...My hand needs another to hold...Of course, I am

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Hey, within minutes the police were thereTo forward a complain of fear and scareThose naughty secularists were at their gameTo claim that Hindu, Muslim and Christian are the same…The adminstration acted in double speedA call for harmony can be dangerous feed…These talks are giving us a bad nameBy exposing the nationalists’ stand as lame…How dare these people demand serenity?How dare they insist

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ON EC’s action(of disallowing Ram Punayani’s talk)There are those who feel the EC deserves a clapBut in the din, didn’t you hear the sound of a slapA slap on the face of the people who seek a peaceful stateThat is under attack by fascists and their venomous hateLANGUAGEMy teacher taught me in schoolThat language is a very powerful toolSo, if the words were from my pen’s surge“Hindutva right wing”

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my country’s flag flies full mast to the full-throated singing and cheerit’s great to have a public holiday … please pass on some more beer!let the school kids do the drill… the national anthem is beyond us to singfreedom took away the foreigners… now elected leaders do worse things!the pathetic politician waxes eloquent in his superficial sermonpuffed up chests will wane… republic day is just

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Thank you Satish & Patricia, you are the bright blazethat uncovered our shifty eyes and our lame daze!We shed only teeming tearsWe hid behind our selfish fearsRefusing to take on the threatening mightRunning away from the righteous fight!The police came without failAnd send the saviours off to jail.But then something happened to me… my mirror reflected the cut tree!Keep going Satish & Patricia,

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THE WANDERERThe wanderer keeps wandering,unwinding, unlearning and unleashingExploring the beauty of the earthIn the colorful flowers that rise in the dirtThe wanderer walks to overcome fearacross rivers of tears and gardens of cheerThe path leads to someone waitingIs it the dreams that set the heart beating?Every glance from these paths’ mazefind colours melting in the gazethe soothing winds,

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TOUCH TO TRANSFORMlet go of the past… and those moments old…cast yourself afresh… in a brand new mould!get set to rise… on newer horizons…“touch to transform” future generations!yes! we can do it… “touch to transform”…first ourselves within… and every person along!don’t wait for later, who knows if things remain…”touch to transform” with your love… again and again!“touch to transform”… sure this

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STARSThe beauty of every star with its simmering lightCan be seen from afar as they gather in the night,Each has its own spark, yet they glitter as oneLike the colours of the rainbow born of the sun.Seven colours bind together for the rainbow to emerge…Would a rainbow ever form, if they chose to diverge?When people get together, a nation is raisedDifferences bring despair and defeat staring in

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Cast the sadness awayTogether let’s walk the wayRemember that it is our smile that bringsThe splendid cheer of the season of springSing a fresh tune; sing a new song.A new season, a new day shall come along...Let your song be full of playLike a boat riding waves' way..Keep up the spirits when downDreams rise with the setting frownThe wind that takes your breath away,“Dance with me”, it seems to

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THE EARTH IS OURS... THE SKY IS TOO!(May 2001)Every saint says so…Every sage says so…If you possess sincerity and daringEventually, you'll find yourself winning!Don't mind the length of the road..Don't tire out under the loadListen to the essence of my words..Don't disappoint these inviting roadsKing of this world... that's you...Believe this fact to be trueTake all troubles head-on....Never sing

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AND NO MASK ON ANY FACE!A poem about hurt and hope(April 2002)Where hearts once mingledLay the ruins of a nest…The weak are being singledBy mobs, crazy and possessedOur earth lies shatteredSoaked in bloodshed…Our hope seems fracturedAs humanity plays dead!Passions are being rockedThe turbulence is on a high…Reasons are being mockedSome by a sneer, others by a sigh!We have to stretch ourselvesLook

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RAM ON OUR SIDE (May’1992)My name it means nothing, all said and doneFor the country I am born in is called HindustanI was taught and brought up the “dharma” to abideAnd that the land that I live in has Ram on its side!The history books tell it, they tell it so wellThe Aryans charged and the Indians fellThe Aryans charged and the Indians died,Hindustan was born with Ram on its side!The sons of

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