International Women’s Day

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.ਅੰਤਰ-ਰਾਸ਼ਟ੍ਰੀ ਨਾਰੀ ਦਿਵਸ ਨੂੰ ਸਮਰਪਿਤ ਕਵਿਤਾਵਾਂ/ਸੁਰਜੀਤ ਕਲਸੀ.

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sMGrS dI iek sdI!

 

sdIAW qoN sMGrS jwrI hY!

bMd GrW dy drvwizAW qy iKVkIAW dy AMdr

brwbrI, siqkwr qy mwnu`KI smJy jwx dy

h`k dI XugW qoN auTdI Awvwz dI gUMj jwrI hY

kdI ie`klI qy kdI iek`TW ivc sMGrS jwrI hY[

 

sdIAW qoN sMGrS jwrI hY!

GrW qoN drW qoN bwhr Aw muSk`q kr rhI

h`f-BMnvIN imhnq dy muAwvzy leI lV rhI

brwbrI, siqkwr qy mwn`uKI smJy jwx leI

kdI ie`klI qy kdI gru`pW ‘c sMGrS kr rhI[

 

nw imlI brwbrI qy nw siqkwr dy bol

sPr AOjV qy lMmyrw mMizl Ajy bhuq dUr hY

rsqw kMifAwlw qy QW QW p`QrW dI Brmwr hY

pYNfw krdw lhU-luhwn pYr qy hOslw cUr cUr hY[

 

auh vkq Aijhw nhIN AwieAw Ajy ieQy

ijs svyr hr AOrq dy ichry qy KyVw hovygw

sMGrS dy prcm dw rMg lwl hY Ajy

pqw nhIN Ajy kdoN ieh sMDUrI hovygw[

 

du`Kdy idlW qy pYrW ivc Cwly lY ky clxw hY

Ajy qW cldy rihxw hY Ajy qW cldy jwxw hY!

smwj dI soc dw hnyrw hor nhIN hux Foxw hY!

sMGrS jwrI hY, jwrI r`Kxw hY, cldy jwxw hY!

Ajy qW cldy rihxw hY Ajy qW cldy jwxw hY!

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byAwvwz AOrqW

 

hW! bYTIAW ny Ajy vI

cu`p cwp aufIk kr rhIAW

ik koeI Awvygw

jW koeI Awvyg AMdroN Clk jweygw[

glI ivc bYTIAW ny

ibnW PrS qoN ibnW drvwzy qoN

iek Gr KVoqw hY

ijs dIAW dIvwrW ausy qrHW hn

ibnW drvwzy dy ies Gr ivc

byAwvwz AOrqW

kuJ kihMdIAW hn, pr

Axif`T AxsuxIAW AxbolIAW

rih jWdIAW hn

cu`p-cwp aufIk krdIAW

ik koeI Aweygw

auhnW dy pYrW Qly

koeI DrqI ivCw jweygw

isr qy Awsmwn tWk jweygw

qirAW dI cuMnI pihnweygw

Swied Gwh dI iqV dw iqxkw

vI kwnI bx jweygw

qy auhnW dy du`K dI qvwrI^ dI

iek lMmI dwsqwn ilK jweygw

jd koeI Aweygw!

 

auh dwsqwn jo kihxI hY

auh aufIk ivc bu`FI ho c`ukI hY!

jmUd ivc hY smW

ausy hI smyN dy

aus pl ivc ruk geI hY

jW auhnW dI iviQAw

iksy nUM suxweI nhIN idMdI

qy joo sux skdy hn

auhnW ny AOrq dI iviQAw qy

Awpxy izhn dw mul`mw cwVH id`qw hY,

aus ivclI su`cm nUM gMdlw id`qw hY,

s`c gMvw id`qw hY[

 

Awpxy JurVIAW Bry ichirAW auqy

dIivAW vWg bldIAW A`KW nwl

aufIk krdIAW hn

ik koeI Awvygw

jW auh AwpxI khwxI

AwpxI dyhI qy ilK ky

Awpxy sMg lY jwxgIAW 

jW Gwh dI iqV dw

koeI iqxkw kwnI bx jweygw[

jW iPr auh

ies Xug ivc vI

byAwvwz rih jwxgIAW[

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BrI-BrweI

BrI BrweI r`b dI jweI

sgl sbUqI swrI dI swrI

nMgy pYrIN qur ky AweI

mu`TI dIAW ivrlW QwxI

ikxkw ikxkw krky

pl pl ikrdI jWdI!

idl dI vydn, sbr sbUrI

dyh qy mn dIAW h`dW ivcoN

kqrw kqrw isMmdI jWdI

bUMd bUMd kr ClkI jWdI

idl nUM cIr KuAw idMdI

swrw ipAwr iplw jWdI

muh`bqW dw Axmu`k ^zwnw

r`qI r`qI kr lutw idMdI

mn&I huMdI Krc ho jWdI[

pqw hI nw lgdw kdoN

jd swrI dI swrI AOrq

Kur jWdI mu`k jWdI!

 

idl ivc surw^

 

ieh AOrq dw hI idl hY

koml Pu`l POlwd ijhw

pIVHI dr pIVHI vrsoieAw hY

AOrq dy idl ivc iek surw^!

 

idl socdw hY, AOrq dw

msqk hY sMvydnSIl ivvyk 

kudrq dy kwdr dw ikRSmw:

k`cI klI bhwr dI iKV jWdI

mihkx tihkx l`g jWdI

jd q`k koeI vihSq aus nUM

Awpxy pYrW hyT msl nw dyNdI

jd q`k auh AwpixAW qoN qoV

iek`lI kr id`qI nw jWdI!

jd q`k prMprw dI Awvwz

auhnUM ieh cyqw krw nw dyNdI

ik AOrq dy idl ivc hY iek surw^!

 

jnm vyly mW ny id`qw ieh surw^

idl ivcoN K`uiBAw ik`l iK`c id`qw

jd pihlI vwr cwnx if`Tw

ku~K qoN bwhr qy bol suxy

guVHqI dy nwl: “vwrs nhIN,

p~Qr if~g ipAw

swfy Gr iPr ies vwr!”

 

hr nv-jnmI b`cI dI

inkl jWdI bVI mwrimk cI^

ik~l iK`cx nwl jo bx jWdw

idl ivc jMmdy swr surw^!

 

prMprw ny id`qw idl dw surw^

h`sdI h`sdI kihMdI sI mW

ik auhdy idl ivc vI sI iek surw^

auhdI mW dy idl ivc vI

qy auhdI mW dI mW dy idl ivc vI

qy auhdI mW dI mW dy idl ivc vI

sI iek surw^!

 

guVHqI dy nwl mOhrw c~tdI

nHry izhnW dI kwl^ hrdI

pI pI A~g BrmW vihmW dI

hr du`KVw sIny ivc jrdI

iksy qrWH auh mrdI BrdI

AwpxI ku`K dI DrqI nUM

sdIAW qoN zr^yz hY krdI!

ieh AOrq dw hI idl hY

koml Pu`l POlwd ijhw

kI hoieAw jy pIVIH dr pIVIH

AOrq dy idl ivc

kIqw jWdw hY iek surw^!

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International Women’s Day

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To Mother

Mother I will born again!

 I look into the mirror

a history shrieks at my back

I carry the ruins of the civilization.

Every woman does. Every mother does.

 

I look into your eyes: the darkness

life perhaps is walking dead

through me and someone tells me:

                        you shouldn’t be

                        shouldn’t be alive.

 

This is a night before,

this is a moment before

I allowed myself

                        to be scraped out

                        of your womb,

my unformed

unborn shreds of tiny body.

 

The devil of tradition

takes over and hovers upon you

the very moment

you conceived me.

They say they see a devil

in a pregnant body,

fearful of the unknown

demand only male air

which sometimes they

themselves don’t have

in their male body.

How easy it is to play ignorant

and blame a woman for

not delivering a male child!

 

History laughs.

Nothing has changed

between now and then

from the ancient midwife’s

making the newborn baby girl

suck her poisonous thumb

to see her unborn body

through ultrasounds and

wash her out. Difference?

Only it looks more accurate,

more sure, professional,

and six months time saver.

 

After I opened my eyes

for the very first time

in the day light

I found myself alive

pulsating, and  crying.

Only after sucking on

the poisonous thumb

I was declared a dead-born!

 

Now it has changed.

I am not even allowed

to be born.

Sex-selection labs,

testing and selecting

        the only sex: male!

considering female foetus

as sub-human demon

her right to be born

            is taken away!

 

Traditional bound parents

find  a relief in aborting

their female air.

They earn an other chance

a privilege to try again

until they get it ‘right’.

 

Mother, I feel your sighs

inside your womb

I sipped your salty tears

inside your womb.

You know this sanctuary

this sacred place you offer

for both male and female

is safe temple for me.

Over a span of time

and countless loathings later

I will come again.

I will be born again and again.

I will dwell in this sacred place again!

Don’t you worry mother!

I will be there again!!

You know, I know

if we keep vanishing ourselves

the day is not far  away

when the human race

will no longer be there!

 – A poem by Surjeet Kalsey
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To Mother’s Day

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Mother I will be born again!

 I look into the mirror

a history shrieks at my back

I carry the ruins of the civilization.

Every woman does. Every mother does.

 

I look into your eyes: the darkness

life perhaps is walking dead

through me and someone tells me:

                        you shouldn’t be

                        shouldn’t be alive.

 

This is a night before,

this is a moment before

I allowed myself

                        to be scraped out

                        of your womb,

my unformed

unborn shreds of tiny body.

 

The devil of tradition

takes over and hovers upon you

the very moment

you conceived me.

They say they see a devil

in a pregnant body,

fearful of the unknown

demand only male air

which sometimes they

themselves don’t have

in their male body.

How easy it is to play ignorant

and blame a woman for

not delivering a male child!

 

History laughs.

Nothing has changed

between now and then

from the ancient midwife’s

making the newborn baby girl

suck her poisonous thumb

to see her unborn body

through ultrasounds and

wash her out. Difference?

Only it looks more accurate,

more sure, professional,

and six months time saver.

 

After I opened my eyes

for the very first time

in the day light

I found myself alive

pulsating, and  crying.

Only after sucking on

the poisonous thumb

I was declared a dead-born!

 

Now it has changed.

I am not even allowed

to be born.

Sex-selection labs,

testing and selecting

        the only sex: male!

considering female foetus

as sub-human demon

her right to be born

            is taken away!

 

Traditional bound parents

find  a relief in aborting

their female air.

They earn an other chance

a privilege to try again

until they get it ‘right’.

 

Mother, I feel your sighs

inside your womb

I sipped your salty tears

inside your womb.

You know this sanctuary

this sacred place you offer

for both male and female

is safe temple for me.

Over a span of time

and countless loathings later

I will come again.

I will be born again and again.

I will dwell in this sacred place again!

Don’t you worry mother!

I will be there again!!

You know, I know

if we keep vanishing ourselves

the day is not far  away

when the human race

will no longer be there!

 – A poem by Surjeet Kalsey
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‘Aurat’ a poem by Surjeet Kalsey