2008
12.11
12.11
Yesterday I had my 3rd Hindi lesson. Combining everything I know I’ve written a poem:
Chidya udthi hei
Nadi beti hei
Ek aurat gati hei…
Unke daanth safedh hein
Unke paanv lambhe hai
Mere dil ko chot lagi hai…
Translation:
The sparrow flies
The river flows
One woman sings…
She has white teeth
Her legs are long
I have hurt my heart…
I also like saying mera nashta guhrum hai, but I couldn’t fit “my breakfast is hot” anywhere in the poem above. Next week I’m learning about food, which I’m sure will really get the creative juices flowing.
