सोनेरी दिवस



हिवाळ्यात भरपूर पानगळ झाली,
त्यानंतर पालवीची नक्षी सजली.
       गळलेल्या पानांचा झाला वापर,
       वेचून घेई त्यांना कबुतर.
ग्रीष्मापूर्वी दाट हिरवी सावली,
वैशाख वणव्याची तीव्रता घटली.
       पिवळा गालीचा हा धरणीवर,
       सोन्याची फुले मस्तकावर.
पॉपकॉर्नसारखा फुलोरा डोले,
कुंचल्याचे जणू शिंतोडे ओले.
       बहावा याचा रंग सोबती,
       पांगारा खासा रान सोबती.
पंधरा दिवस राज्य गाजवी,
रस्त्यांवर आरास शोभे तेजस्वी.
       विषय आहे का छायाचित्राचा,
       लाडका आहे वृत्तपत्रांचा.
याच्या बियाही होती तयार,
तेव्हा कुठे गुलमोहर फुलणार.
       पाहुणा आग्नेय आशियातला,
       झालाय सखा गल्ली-गल्लीतला.
पण लोक करती छाटणी बेसुमार,
नष्ट करती पक्ष्यांचा आधार.
       इवलेसे रोप लावले तिठ्यावरी,
       भराभर वाढले गगनावरी.
कॉपरपॉड म्हणतात आंग्लभाषेत,
सोनमोहर आपल्या मातृभाषेत.
       निरंतर दिसतील दिवस सोनेरी,
       जर असेल हिरवाई भरजरी.

--- अतुल साठे
(© सर्व प्रकाशन हक्क लेखकाकडे – संपर्क atulsathe@yahoo.com)

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Wandering the Wilds of Parshuram Bhoomi

Image
It is known that all living creatures, including man, are made up of the five divine natural elements of earth, fire, water, air and space, called the Panchmahabhootas in the Vedic culture. No matter how much “progressive”, “modernized” or “prosperous” we become, no wonder we feel time and again the strong urge to go back to nature and re-establish that lost touch with divinity. And for a nature lover like me, such sojourns into the lap of Mother Earth are extremely cherished moments. Towards the end of December 2007, the green man inside me desperately needed a gentle caress once again from the leaves, creepers and flowers that inhabit the rolling hills and the enchanting countryside, after having spent several months at a stretch in the concrete madness called Mumbai! Thus, the night of 21st December saw me and my lawyer friend – Prasad Rane – sitting in a state transport (ST) bus at 8.30pm destined for Chiplun, a little town snugly nestled between two offshoots of Sahyadri Mountains...
Read more

Train From Mumbai

Image
A train crawls into Churchgate station, and frantic commuters are on the run. There's a mad rush to climb and sit, and it’s stuffed with people within a minute. Soon the train moves out again, to get more people in its abdomen. Struggling along it reaches Dadar, and people now fill up every nook and corner. It enters Bandra to get some more, the army inside thunders “No, no more”. Towards Andheri, some seats are vacant, and the standees are relieved in an instant. The torture and heat lessens at Kandivli, and breathing easy, it speeds to Borivli. The train and the people now rest till morning, to recharge themselves for the next evening. - Atul Sathe © (This content is under copyright and the writer can be contacted on atulsathe@yahoo.com )
Read more

Kashmir to Kanyakumari

Image
Kashmir, the land of apples and fir, where lakes like Dal get frozen in winter. Splendid is the Agra city, where Taj Mahal stands in all its beauty. Assam is the haven of forest, where the rain gets no rest. The province of Bengal is the home of tiger, through which flows the Ganga river. The land of palaces, Rajputana, stands proud forever in the name of Rana. Kokan in Maharashtra, a true paradise, is studded with jackfruit, mangoes and rice. The fragrance of Chandan lingers in Karnatak, where Vijaynagar was the city of luck. Then, there’s the land of Malayalis, Tamils, adorned with temples and hornbills. This is India, rich and dear, from Kashmir to Kanyakumari shore. - Atul Sathe, © (This content is under copyright and the author can be contacted at atulsathe@yahoo.com )
Read more