आजूबाजूला घड्याळाच्या काट्यावर चालणारी मानवी यंत्रे घेऊन,
शहराच्या दाट लोकवस्तीतल्या एका उंच इमारतीत राहतो तो.
दिवसभर चालणारे दावे, आकडेमोडी आणि देवाणघेवाण बघत,
आपल्या मनाला यांचा संसर्ग होऊ नये यासाठी निग्रहाच्या भिंती बांधतो तो.
सकाळी पहिल्या चहाबरोबर भोवतालच्या व्यवहारी रुक्षपणाला जाग येते,
आणि त्याला हद्दीबाहेर ठेवण्यासाठी त्याच्या बुरजातली जागा पकडतो तो.
टाइपिंगचा खडखडाट, फोन आणि मोबाईल च्या घणघणाटा पासून लांब जात,
त्याच्या मनातल्या वाद्यवृंदाच्या मंजुळ सुरावटींचा आवाज ऐकतो तो.
हे भयाण वाळवंट भोवतालच्या कोटाच्या बाहेर ठेवण्याचा लढा दिवसभर सुरूच असतो,
संध्याकाळ होते, खडखडाट, घणघणाट, देवाणघेवाण, हेवेदावे, आकडेमोड, शांत होते, आणि मगच बुरुजावरून उतरतो तो.
तिन्हीसांजेपासून पुन्हा सकाळ होईस्तोवरची अखंड रात्र त्याची असते, एकाकी,
पण बाजूच्या कुंपणावरच्या एकट्याच असणाऱ्या पारिजातकासारखा बहरतो तो.

Phonetics in Roman Script

Ājūbājūlā ghaḍyāḷāchyā kāṭyāvara chālaṇārī mānavī yantrē ghē’ūna,
śaharāchyā dāṭa lōkavastītalyā ēkā un̄cha imāratīta rāhatō tō.
Divasabhara chālaṇārē dāvē, ākaḍēmōḍī āṇi dēvāṇaghēvāṇa baghata,
āpalyā manālā yān̄chā sansarga hō’ū nayē yāsāṭhī nigrahāchyā bhintī bāndhatō tō.
Sakāḷī pahilyā chahābarōbara bhōvatālacyā vyavahārī rukṣapaṇālā jāga yētē,
āṇi tyālā haddībāhēra ṭhēvaṇyāsāṭhī tyāchyā burajātalī jāgā pakaḍatō tō.
Ṭā’ipiṅgachā khaḍakhaḍāṭa, phōna āṇi mōbā’īla chyā ghaṇaghaṇāṭā pāsūna lāmba jāta,
tyāchyā manātalyā vādyavr̥ndāchyā man̄juḷa surāvaṭīn̄chā āvāja aikatō tō.
Hē bhayāṇa vāḷavaṇṭa bhōvatālachyā kōṭācyā bāhēra ṭhēvaṇyāchā laḍhā divasabhara surūcha asatō,
sandhyākāḷa hōtē, khaḍakhaḍāṭa, ghaṇaghaṇāṭa, dēvāṇaghēvāṇa, hēvēdāvē, ākaḍēmōḍa, śānta hōtē, āṇi magacha burujāvarūna utaratō tō.
Tinhīsān̄jēpāsūna punhā sakāḷa hō’īstōvaracī akhaṇḍa rātra tyāchī asatē, ēkākī,
paṇa bājūchyā kumpaṇāvarachyā ēkaṭyācha asaṇāṟyā pārijātakāsārakhā baharatō tō.

Poem recited by Aditya Sathe

Rough English Translation (non-poetic)

He lives in a highrise in a crowded part of the city, surrounded by human machines running on the clock. He has built a fortress around him to keep out the contamination of quarrels, under the table transactions and calculations which he witnesses daily. This all starts with the first cup of tea of the day and he takes his place on the battlement of the fortress. He enjoys the symphony in his mind played only for him by his mind-orchestra and ignores keystrokes of typing, a ringing of mobile and landlines. As the dusk approaches, all the cluttering keystrokes, ringings, transactions, quarrels and calculations fade out and finally, he gets down from the battlement. From dusk till next morning, entire night is his, his alone. Lonely, yet he blooms just like a lonely “Parijatak” standing on the fence.

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