A Daughter’s Farewell..

Sujatha R
1 min readFeb 21, 2024

I was listening to this heartfelt vidaayi song dilbaro..

The day my dad bid me farewell in the college campus.. Like a little fledgling out of the nest, that moment felt very hard. When alone.. was in tears by myself..

Baba.. Mein Teri Mallika!
O father! I am your Princess..
A fragment of your heart..

You taught me to walk.. Teach me to bear this..
Time has come for the Crop to be threshed.

O Daughter! My blessings shall be the land where you thrive..
The Crop shall grow again!

That college life, those friends and that window of knowledge.. That promise of tomorrow.. Those blessings..

And the Crop illustration caught my attention. It comes in Nachiketa Prashna in a slightly different context, which I shall write in some time.

ऊँगली पकड़ के तूने
चलना सिखाया था ना
देहलीज़ ऊँची है ये
पार करा

बाबा मैं तेरी मल्लिका
टुकड़ा हूँ तेरे दिल का
इक बार फिर से देहलीज़
पार करा

मुड़के ना देखो दिलबरो, दिलबरो
फसलें जो काटी जाएँ
उगती नहीं हैं
बेटियाँ जो ब्याही जाएँ
मुड़ती नहीं हैं

ऐसी बिदाई हो तो
लम्बी जुदाई हो तो
देहलीज़ दर्द की भी
पार करा द

मेरे दिलबरो..
बर्फ़ें गलेंगी फिर से
मेरे दिलबरो..
फसलें पकेंगी फिर से
तेरे पाऊँ के तले
मेरी दुआं चलें
दुआ मेरी चलें.




Sujatha R

I write.. I weave.. I walk.. कवयामि.. वयामि.. यामि.. Musings on Patterns, Linguistics, Sanskrit et al..