Katyayani
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When it gets old it gets left behind by itself drops out of sight. Sometimes it comes to mind the same way we suddenly recall that Varah Giri Venkat Giri was once the president of the country. Translated from the Hindi by Mrinal Pande and Ariene Zide Lord! For glory’s sake give me a chance to tell the truth to help others Give me a golden chance, Lord! Give me food, O God so I may worship you alive Send a few poor to my door I’d like to feed their hungry mouths God, allow me to give away a few gold sovereigns Give me a loyal wife, an obedient son a good brother and civilized neighbours Upon this earth, O God give me a happy life so that in old age I can worry about the other world God, my soul is yearning to sin Give me a woman to sin against. |
Born in Gorakhpur, Uttar Pradesh, Katyayani is a Hindi poet. She has authored several collections some of which include ‘Saat Bhaiyon Ke Beech Champa’ (1994), ‘Jadu Nahi Kavita’ (2002) and ‘Footpath Par Kursi’ (2009). She has been published in several magazines of repute and her works have been translated into English and Russian.
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