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.
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
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
source:
https://townsquare.media/site/675/files/2017/05/Morel-mushrooms-Thinkstock.jpg?w=980&q=75
Nice poem, thanks for sharing.
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