Wednesday, June 16, 2021

Guchhi गुच्छी (The Morel ) A poem

Here is a Hindi poem titled गुच्छी (Guchhi) by  Dr Satyanaren Snehi who teaches Hindi at Govt College Sanjoli, Shimla Hills in Himachal Pradesh. This very interesting poem has been extracted from his collection इंटरनैट पर मेरा गाँव  ( My Village on  the Internet) published in 2020 by Prakashan Sansthaan New Delhi, It was sent to me by Dr Suresh  who teaches English at a college in Theog , Shimla Hills. I have translated this poem into English.

A brief introduction to the subject of this poem won't be out of place. 

Guchhi (Morchella), or the morel, is a rare mushroom, which in India is collected in the wild mainly in Kashmir and Himachal hills. It is a delicacy, excellent and delicious in taste, and has tremendous nutritional  and medicinal value It can be used both in fresh and dried state but it must be cooked before eating. Eating it raw is harmful. And because it is rare and so valuable as food and health booster it is very expensive. One kilogram of dried morels may cost between Rupees 20,000/ to 40,000/, depending on the quality! 

Enjoy reading  the poem and imagine the taste of a dish prepared using morels. And read more about morels. 






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गुच्छी

 

जिन्नहें नहीं मिलता

भर पेट अन्न

वे पोटली में बाँदकर सूखी रोटी

सुबह से शाम

ढूँढते हैं गुच्छी

घनघोर जंगल में

 

गरीब की रोज़ी

अमीर की रोटी

 हर साल खास मौसम में

उगती है एक बार

बीहबान जंगलों में

 

वे नहीं जानते

गुच्छी का स्वाद

गुच्छी के असली दाम

झोले से प्लेट में

पहुंचते ही गुच्छी

भूख नहीं मिटाती

ताकत बढ़ाती है

 

गुचछी प्रतिफल है

जमीनी और मौसमी

हरकतों का

जिस के नहीं  होते बीज

नहीं होती काशतकारी

 

जबकि

आदमी पहुंच गया है

मंगल पर

समेट ली है सारी धरती

मुट्ठ्टी में

खोज लिये हैं

सृष्टि के कण-कण

गुच्छी एक पहेली है

उगा नहीं सका आदमी

अभी तक

इस का एक बीज

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'इंटरनैट पर मेरा गाँव' से

 

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         My translation

          Guchchi (The Morel)

             They who cannot get

                                                           enough to eat

                                                           bundle up dry bread in a small bag

                                                            and go into dense forests

                                                           in search of morels

                                                            morning to evening.

 

                                                           Livelihood for the poor

                                                             a delicacy for the rich;

                                                           the morel grows   

                                                            in a particular season

                                                            only once a year

                                                            in forbidding forests.

                                                           

                                                           The poor don’t know

                                                            the taste of morels

                                                            their real value.

                                                      The morel goes

                                                            from the bag to the plate

                                                           not to alleviate hunger;

                                                            but to act as a body booster.

 

                                                             The morel is the product

                                                              of interaction between the soil and environment;

                                                             it has no seed

                                                               it can’t be sown.

                                                   

                                                            Although man has reached the Mars 

                                                            enclosed the whole earth

                                                            in his fist

                                                              and explored every particle of the Creation

                                                               the morel is still an unsolved riddle:

                                                                humans haven’t been able to grow

                                                               till now

                                                               even a single morel seed.

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From: Internet Par Mera Gaon (My Village on the Internet)

by

Satyanaren Snehi





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