Once there was a Punjabi munda from bhatdhinda
he lost his heart to a pretty lassie
the daughter of Joginder Singh, the village patwaari
and wrote hazaaran prem kahanian
and kroran mohabbat dian nazmaan
her dad says that the munda is a gunda
a good husband he’ll not make.
he locked her in his house,
lest the gunda dishonor her,
and went off to plough his khet
that gunda munda goes to her window
and lays bare his heart to her
she hides herself under the bed
people gather in the street
to see what has befallen on them
they laugh at the heart broken poet
the old dad comes home early and
sees at his house this tamasha and
wants to break the neck of the poet
the broken hearted poet runs off
never to be seen again
but till this day in hiding
he scribbles voluminous love poetry
in Punjabi, of course!
like this -
O sohniay, you’re there
I am here
I cannot sleep at night
I lay myself in a cot
on the top of the roof
and count stars in the dark night
a day will come when your bappoo
will marry you off to the hawaldar’s son
and when you leave in a palanquin your father’s house
my tears will fall over my cheeks
my heart may feel so much pain then
and I may eat poison to kill off myself
to end my loveless life, et cetra, et cetra.
Note: Inspired by contemporary Punjabi love poetry.
http://whitewings.sulekha.com/blog/post/20…-is-a-gunda.htm