MARATHI POEMS

21st February was declared International Mother Language Day by UNESCO. I am Maharashtrian, and my mother tongue is Marathi. I am participating in this blog hop where I can share about my MARATHI and some Marathi Poems.

Yes. मी मराठी. 

There are around 140 million people who are Marathi speakers. Nowadays, due to social media, most of the celebrities are pushing to talk in Marathi. And I think that is quite good. Otherwise people use mixture of language (half english - half hindi and half marathi) Yes, there are some apps for marathi stories and kadambari but very few which give quality literature. Nothing beats the Marathi Legends litrature work.

THINGS  I DISCOVER ABOUT MY MARATHI

I was surprised to see the status of MY Marathi language until I researched for this blog post.

"Marathi is the language of the Indo-European languages family."

"Marathi is one of the 22 official languages in India."

"Marathi is the tenth most spoken language in the world and the third most spoken language in India."

Okay. It is all about MARATHI. 

From school life, my favorite poet was Shanta Shelke. 

Shanta Shelke was an Indian Poet and Writer in Marathi language. Her work involved poems, stories, composition, translation and children literature. 

Though I didn't understand anything at that time, now as a woman I can understand and relate to every word of her poem. Sharing some of my personal favorite treasures of Shanta Shelke. Trying to translate it in English, not exactly, but yes, nearby.

What is the birth time of flowers?

When the buds are blooming

Or when the petals are falling,

Looking at the vast blue sky

or mixing with the soil below?

Marathi blog post : Marathi Corner

2) झाड ( TREE)

This is one tree that is related to me.

A single breeze passes over it and me.

I like the smell of its flowers.

Can sense the moist illusion.

Places the infant song

At first when it blossomed,

The tree is made from the soil; 

I belong to the tree, and 

then I will end up in the soil.

The lines on the leaves are on my palm.

The roots of the tree become loose.

And the tree is rooted in my blood.

Someday, I will be the tree.

And sing the familiar song 

through the leaves.

3) आठवण ( MEMORIES) 

Sometimes memory is hidden in the close compartment of the heart.

Sometimes memory is hidden in the spring flowers.

Sometimes memory is hidden in the bottom of the blue ocean.

Sometimes it is hidden in the blossom of Chaitra months.

And the breath is moving all around them like a thick, moist fog.

And from this the smell of memories is spreading like cherry blossom.

4)  शोध  (SHODHA)

As the outer realm is shrinking 

As the inner unknown realm is being explored,

And I realized I am unknown to myself.

I don't know my strength, my weakness, or my cowardice; 

constantly surrounded me and my quarrels with myself.

My loneliness in my closed company,

Unable to understand anything,

Only unbearable suffocating in the vast.

I am unfolding inside,

Expanding moment by moment,

Reaching the corner of the inner being,

And with that I am amazed, excited, hurt, and happy.

FINAL THOUGHTS:

Every Maharashtrian knows Shanta Shelke and her poems, and I wanted to introduce them to the non-Maharashtrian people. Hope you all liked it.

 

Reading this poem in Marathi hits differently, but translating it into English is quite difficult. I am glad that I shared it with you all, the Great Shanta Shelke poems. This is my small attempt to introduce one-fourth part of my Marathi literature to you all. 

Question of the day

Which poem touches your heart? Have you read Shanta Shelke poems earlier?

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Reference : Wikipedia and Google.

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This post is a part of ‘Embrace the Native Blog Hop’ hosted by Manali Desai and Sukaina Majeed under #EveryConversationMatters

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