रात चाँद पिघले ओंश

शर्द रातें कटाईके फसल जमा पडा खलिहानेमे,
रात चाँद पिघले ओंश पिछलते देरी चलिआनेमे!
              चलतेगाते पिछेसे बयलवान धानगेहुँ दाहिदहीन,
              हम आँख बिछाये रासते खडा देखते तेरेजानेमे!
सुबहसखारे गगरीलेचलारे छलकछल्काए जल,
हलचल मेरे मनमे जोरके कठीन बहुत थमानेमे!
              धीरेसे पलकोंका तेरा उठजाना मेरी तरफ युँही,
              कुछ नाकही सुनी हमने फिर रहीबात संझानेमे!
वो दिनथे आज बदल गयाहै जमाने भरकी बातें,
यादोके सफरमेहुँ तुमको देरहुवा हम यादआनेमे!
              गुजरति शीतलहरमे आज गरमगरम चाय यादमे,
              प्रियसी पितेजिते चलाहुँ लिखताहुँ यादें भूलानेमे!

On cold nights of harvests at the crops of paddy store fields, the moon hangs in the sky, melting dew in yield. It is like being on a slippery path; arrival has become so slow lately. Time of floor thrash.

Singing while walking behind the oxen all over paddy stalks, eagerly on your way keep standing to see you going away. What a damsel, a pitcher on her waist waterfull on a walk like swan, at looking at you, a storm strongly moves in my mind, hardly I can understand.

Slowly, when you raise your eyelids towards me, not a word you speak that I could have heard but nothing left in getting that. Gone are the old good days of the world, but remember them all I do.

Yes, I have not forgotten, but you have taken too long to get me in your mind. In the passing out winter days, today let me serve you on obsession a very hot cup of tea.

Sweetheart, I drink to live and to carry on with, I write in trying to forget, yes forget it, too!