Rinkle' s latter to Mother Ganga...

Roman Hindi

Sindhu Se Nikli Ed Dhara

Jab Ganga Mein Aa Ke Mili

To Uski Satah Par

Aso Ki Syahi Se

Ek Ibarat Tamir Thee

Padhi Thi Meney Hee Woo Ibarat

Us Din

Jab Mein Anand Ley Raha Tha

Ganga Ki

Athkhelia Kehlti

Lehron Ka

Maa Ganga Ke

Charno Mein Sar Nava Kei

Likha Tha

Us Majlook Nein

Jo Bandh Andheri Kothri Mein

Kaid Hei

Mirpur Mathelo Main

Kuch Yuin to

Us Khat Ka Majmoon

Hey Maa

Tu To Dukh Harney Wali Hai

Par Dekh

Kin-kin Julmo ki

Hadhon Se Gujri Hai

Meri Yeh Deh

Jisne Dekjey Nahin Hain

Ab Tak 18 Basant

Maa Nahin Jaan Pati

Andhery-Ujaley Ka Farq

Kyon Ki Chaya Hai

Ghor Andhera

Is Babdbudar Seelan Bhari Kothri Mein

Jahan Nocha jata hain

Ghost Mere badan Sey

Har Rar Har Din

Maa

Tu to Janti Hogi

Mere Nuche Huey Jism Se

Tapakti Lahu Ki Bundon Ko

Chat kar Pyas Bhujatey hain wo

Jinkle cherey

Is Kothri ki Kalima mein

Pisshco se dikhtey hain

Au jo har war badal jatey hain

Maa

Mere Jism pe

In Pishanon nei

Adhikar kara liya hai

Au use bechtey hain use

Mulya lekar

Tu to janti hai maa

Meri Atma Swantra hai

Jis par koi adhikar nahin kar sakta

Au mai Apni Atma

Tere Charonon ki

Pwan dhara mein

Samarpit karti huin

Kyonki Mera Jism

In pishaon ney

Apavitra kar diya hai

Maa

Meri Atma Ko Apne

Nirmal Jal Mein Vilaya Ho Janey de

Mujey Apni God mein

So Janey de

Aap ki hi to bachi huin

Maa

Mein Rinkle Kumari

 Written by Sudheer Maurya

English Version

A stream flowing from Indus merges in Ganges

On the surface a few words are written by tears

I read those words while I was watching,

Lehren of Ganges as if a teenage girl is playing.

By vowing to the feet of Mother Ganges,

A girl who is imprisoned in a dark room in Mirpur Mathelo,

Wrote these words in a letter to Mother Ganges).

The content of the letter are as follows:

Hey Mother, you take away (kids) sufferings,

Look, how much torture I have endured,

My body hasn’t seen 18 Basants (springs) yet,

I cant recognize in day or night in the darkness,

In this dark room my body is violated day & night,

Oh Mother, I am sure you know,

They quench their lust from the drops of blood,

Falling from my body,

I cant see changing faces of demons in the darkness.

Mother my body is owned by the demons,

Who sell it for a price to others,

But you (should) know Mother,

My soul is still free because no one can own it,

I offer my soul to your Holy stream,

Because my body has been made impure by demons,

Hey Mother, please let my soul merge your holy stream,

Please let me sleep on your lap.

I am your daughter, Rinkle Kumari

 Transelreate by Sunil Dixit