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Poems from the Ghats | Save Mollem
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September 28, 2020वनमहोत्सव written by Uday Narasimha Mhambre as read by Prita Sardessai | Save Mollem #savemollem | Poems for the Ghats It’s a tree talking. Lamenting the cutting of forests. Its a take on our politicians who are responsible for destroying the forests yet stand under umbrellas and plant saplings to celebrate vanamahotsav.
वनमहोत्सव
हांव ह्या वनांत तग मारुन आसाकारण म्हज्या मदेराक दर नाएका काळार एकमेकांक घश्टूनउजो पेट्टाली तीं दाट रानांआतां काणयेतूच उरतलीआतां हांगा वनांतपयलींसारको गुपाट काळोख नासुर्याची किरणां आतांधरतरेचो उमाव घेतातएका झाडाची खांदीदुसर्या झाडाक तेंकनादाट वनांत रावपाचीसंवकळ आशिल्ली जनावरांआतां रानांत रावूंक भियेतातकोले, वाग, हत्तीखाण सोदूंक गावांत वतातसुकणीं घोंटेर बांदूक विसरल्यातरानांत आतां गांव वसपाक लागल्यातआनी गावांतआतां मनशांभितर नवें फॅड आयलांजंगलां वाटावपाचेझाडां रोवपाचेझाडां जगोवपाचेपावसांत सत्री हातांत घेवनवनमहोत्सव करपाचेजांणी वनां काबार केलीम्हजे शेजारची तरणी टवटवीतझाडां मारुन लाकडां केलीतांच्याच हातांत वनमहोत्सव मनयतातआनी आमी रानांतली झाडांहें सगळें मोन्यांनी पळयतात !उदय नरसिंह म्हांबरोListen to more poems at https://www.bookwormgoa.in/category/savemollem/
...more August 19, 2020An Inheritance of Concrete written and read by Rochelle Dsilva | Save Mollem #savemollem | Poems for the Ghats I wonder if the trees knew you were coming for them
They have seen people like you before
They have outlived people like you before
Did you stand under their shade while you made your plans?
Did you dare to call it an execution?
You can only see as far as your greed
Your eyes hungry for more zeroes
You tell us it is development
But we know it is destruction
You tell yourselves you run the world
Drunk on the power to make decisions
A tree could fall on you tomorrow
and silence you
But we need them upright not falling
We need more of them than us
Don’t leave your children an inheritance of concrete
Don’t teach them that highways are better than forests
Don’t displace the birds and the animals and the fish
Don’t remove what you cannot replace
How can you do this to a sanctuary?
What will you do with their bodies?
- Rochelle Dsilva
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...more August 10, 2020सैम राखया written and read by Tanmayee Sahakari | Save Mollem #savemollem | Poems for the Ghats सैम राखया
अस्तंत घाट सोपलो कसो कोणाक कळूंक ना !
मनीस सुवार्थी जायत चल्ला,
तेका कोणाचें पडूंक ना !
काबार जालीं झाडां - पेडां,
मेकळीं केलीं रानां !
मोनजातीचो स्वास घुस्मटलो सुलूस लागूंक ना !
मनीस सुवार्थी जायत चल्ला
तेका कोणाचें पडूंक ना !
उदरगतीची हाव आमकां
पयशांचो माज
राजकारणी मांडटात डाव
आनी सैमाचो -हास
सैम सोपता, मनीसूय सोंपतलो
हें कोणाक कशें कळना ?
मनीस सुवार्थी जायत चल्ला
तेका कोणाचें पडूंक ना !
सैमाची सासाय आमचेर,
सैमूच आमचो आदार
मनशा, आतां तरी सुदार पापया !
नाजाल्यार जातलो निराधार !
सैमाच्याच गोपांत आंमी घेतलो मेकळो स्वास
सांबाळूया सैम आमचो, सोडून दिवया दुस्वास !
सैम आमचो राखणो आनी तोच देंवचार !
सुवार्थ दिवया सोडून आनी करया बरो विचार !
सैम राखया, सैम राखया !
दाखोवन दिवया आंमचो एकचार !
मागीर तोच आमकां सांबाळटलो
सासणाचो, सदांकाळ !
सासणाचो, सदांकाळ !
- तन्मयी देविदास सहकारी 🔅🔅
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...more August 06, 2020"I sing a song of Goa" by Tania Mendonca, read by Mario Coelho | Save Mollem #savemollem | Poems for the Ghats I Sing a Song of Goa :
Of the first liquid purl of birdsong that pullsUp the kingfisher day like a fishing line looping into water;Of the fist of the sun at noon and the cracking of the parched earth;Of the brawling of buffaloes, breasting the woodsmoke,Heading for home.I sing of the creak of the windlass and the cleanTaste of water in the earthenware pitchers;Of the desultory conversations on the balcaos at dusk- somebody's daughter; somebody's son -As the crickets fiddle on hot stones and the sun dives,Dolphin-deep, into the sea;Of the anguished squeal of the Christmas pig, as fleshBecomes sorpotel on the laden tables of festivity.I sing of the riches of May, when the mango and the cashew appleGrow so heavy with desire that scent weds heat;Of the generous gulmohur, so reckless with its flowery coinage that itPaves the country roads with red gold;Of the baptism of the first rains, when the roundEarth grows hair : a tender fuzz of green on the skull,Over the bones of the beloved soil.I sing of the knotted rosaries of families, that stretch to lands far away;Of the crucifixion of weddings ( nailed to the cross of respectability );Of the benediction of funerals, and the village drunkHowling his loss to the young moon on her back...Loss of love ?Of life ?Never mind : it is the deepest sound a human being can make.But, too,I sing the lament of the rape of the hillsides by bulldozers and moneymen;I sing along the veins of the rivers whose bloodIs being poisoned by the excreta of factories;I sing a farewell to the sons and the daughters who go abroadTo seek their fortunes, leaving the fields untilled.This land is drenched in the voices of our ancestors.They are stirring in their graves and questioning us in their various voices :Will the bread we eat today be baked tomorrow?Will the fisherman's boat be capsized by the trawler?Will the farmers sowing rice be stacking cans in supermarkets soon?No one is safe, and every innocent must answer the charge.The jury is out, and the sentence hangs fire :All we have to tender as bail is the earth beneathAnd the sky above:Neither is acceptable as surety.But I still sing of the blessing of each dawn,When we wake with the wafer of hope on our tongues.The church and temple bells still ring, and the hootOf the breadman on his bicycle echoes the rooster.Some wake;Some sleep;And some work to save this landFrom the nightmares that gallop apace with our dreams.If I sing a song of Goa,Will Goa someday sing a song of me?If it does,Let it be from the throat of that wayside flowerThat releases its sweetnessAs it falls,And has a stain of vermilion at its heart, so that the footThat treads on it imprints its fragrance on the tenderHollow of the instep,To perfume the road ahead,Until all the roads seem to be singing.Listen to more poems at https://www.bookwormgoa.in/category/savemollem/
...more July 29, 2020I Want A Poem written and read by Jerry Pinto | Save Mollem #savemollem | Poems for the Ghats I want a poem like thick tropical rain
Dense green spatter of syllablesDrumbeat consonants, fertile with meaning.Sudden. Short. Unforgettable.Afterwards, jungle silence.I want a poem like a Russian circus
You should know it has been trained.No ordinary everyday poem could leap like that.No quotidian poem could shimmer, spangle, exult like that.Oh satin, yes, and yes, fakery, and thenPopcorn applause and a lonely child,Big-eyed, dreaming of running away to the poem.I want a poem like an animal.
You should be able to eat it. Or domesticate it.You should be able to befriend it. Or behead it.You could carry it around or make it bear your burdens.You could, should, oh should, so should, clean up after it.Afterwards: Skeleton poem rides in night terror through icecream cloud cover.I want a poem.
I want a poem.I get instead this poem.A poem of clanking wants like a pile of bhaandi-bartan going over awaterfall in a barrel.A poem of whispering needs like a tree whose branches scrape plea-bargains from the pavement as it is draggedto the bonfire.I want a poem
like a chorus of angels,a chamber of horrors,a block buster film,a sexcapade with candlewax,an anaconda adventure,a ride in a Batmobile,a contessa in a fountain.I want a poem.Listen to more poems at https://www.bookwormgoa.in/category/savemollem/
...more July 22, 2020सैमसुवाळो written and read by Mahesh Gaonkar | Save Mollem #savemollem | Poems for the Ghats ल्हानपणातल्या म्हज्या सुपुल्ल्या गांवांत शियांळे सकाळी
शीं आंगाक तोपतालें
आंगणातल्या परशान लासूंक
काडयो बडयो पुजोवोंक आमी
दवान भरिल्ले ओले वाटेर
मेळत तशे धांवताले तुका
तेन्ना सरभोवतणी
पयसुल्ले लेगीत
निव्वळ दोळ्यांक दिसतालें
नितळ सकाळचो प्राणवायू पियोन
हड्डें उमेदीन फुलतालें......
आनी आतां
ती सकाळय गेली
ते दिसय गेले
वातावरण प्रदुशणान भरून गेलें
जाणां हांव
प्रस्न किल्लतात जायत्या मनांनी
हें सगळे कोणें केलें..?
सोबीत वातावरण कोणें नानपयत केलें....?
जाप घडये प्रदुशणान
पूण प्रदुशण हाडलें कोणें
केलें कोणें..?
एकामेकांक बोटा दाखोवप सुरूच आसा.....
हाकाताका जापसालदार धरप
चालूच आसा....
आरे पूण सभाग्यानो
हांव विचारता आयज
म्हाका जगपाक नितळ प्राणवायू खंय आसा.....?
म्हज्या भुरग्यांक आंगणात परसो पेटोवपाक
दाडवणां खटखटावपी शीं तरी खंय आसा
पानांपानातल्यान पडपी दंव तरी खंय आसा......?
सकाळच्या पारार
आंगणांत उबे रावचें
उगवते दिकेक पळोवचें
पांचवेंचार पांगरुण
अळंग दोंगर- दोग्गुंल्या वयल्यान
कुशीक सारीत
तेजीस्ट सुर्या मळबार अवतारतालो
सकयल पांचवीच चादर
वयर सुर्य किरणा़ंची भांगराळी झालर
सोबीत देखावो दोळ्यावाटे
काळजामेंरेंन पावतालो,
खंती जाता मन आयज
हो सैम सुवाळो
म्हजो पूत अशेतरेन अणभवतलो
हांव लेगीत अभागी जीव
अशेतरेन ताका दाखयतलो
पुणून पयलींचे दायज वाचून
तो शेर्त म्हाका त्या सुवाळ्याविशी विचारतलो.....
तेन्ना हांव दोळे गच्च धापून
दडका दडकानीं रडटलो...
आनी म्हजो पूत
ह्या आयच्या काळखी विखारी सैमांगणांत
म्हाका बेटरेचो दिवो हातींन घेवन
सांसपीत हांगा थंय सोदतलो
सांसपीत हांगा थंय सोदतलो
सांसपीत हांगा थंय सोदतलो...!
महेश गांवकार.
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...more July 13, 2020In the Sanctuary of a Poem written and read by Salil Chaturvedi | Save Mollem #savemollem | Poems for the Ghats the small tree frog
for no reason
that I can possibly know of
jumps from m to m
inside this poem
how it got here i don't know…
must have left a window open
why m i don't know…
are they easier for frogs to rest on?
but here it is, looking like a small arrowhead
with a rust colored back
and two bulbous eyes much like
headlights, and a mean yellow streak
along its sides
and i remember
something, seeing it jump
with such precision from
one m to another,
i rem e mber (he made it!)
what my wife had whispered
near the waterfall deep
inside the Ghats
seeing me frozen on a precipice,
a gameful nudge, then this:
'never forget that the forest
flows freely inside your veins.'
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...more June 20, 2020"Remember" by Joy Harjo | Save Mollem #savemollem | Poems for the Ghats “Remember” by Joy Harjo as read by Sujata NoronhaRemember the sky that you were born under,
know each of the star’s stories.Remember the moon, know who she is.Remember the sun’s birth at dawn, that is thestrongest point of time. Remember sundownand the giving away tonight.Remember your birth, how your mother struggledto give you form and breath. You are evidence ofher life, and her mother’s, and hers.Remember your father. He is your life, also.Remember the earth whose skin you are:red earth, black earth, yellow earth, white earthbrown earth, we are earth.Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have theirtribes, their families, their histories, too. Talk to them,listen to them. They are alive poems.Listen to more poems at https://www.bookwormgoa.in/category/savemollem/
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