Jivan na divso (Days of life)

Gujarati:

Pella mada par rethi madrasan dar saware
banave tamtamto sambhar ane navi rangodi.
Kyare laal galabi gusso to kyare laal bane prem
Kyare peedo bane asha to kyare bane urja
Safed marble par shobhe nirmal safed rang
Akash ni akanksha layne aaveche needo rang
Kyare mann udas thay to dekhayche kado rang!
Dhobi pagla pade, kachrawadane hoye ghai--
Chokraonu dhyan bhatke, kyare hawa hoi tej
saanjna to rangodi na rang bhusayaj jaye
Navi sawar thay gayi che,sambhar ni khushboo aavi?

English:
Every morning the south Indian lady living on first floor
makes simmering sambar and a new rangoli
Sometimes rosy red is anger and sometimes red becomes love
Sometimes yellow becomes hope and sometimes the energy
On white marble, soft white color suits
The wishes of the sky are bought by the blue
When heart is sad you can see black color!
Washer man makes footsteps and garbage collector is in a hurry
Kids do not pay attention and sometimes winds are fast
In the evening the colors of the rangoli get erased
The morning has come...did the aroma of sambar get to you?

Last Wish

A dove lies immobile
as a monk in meditation,
near the intersection
of a circle and 2-lane
road as a Honda Civic
zips away with speed
to match a cheetah's.

Catching her breath,
she struggles hard
to move a fraction
of a meter to reach
her moaning chicks
nested in a nearby pine.

Their frantic shrieks,
pleading with traffic
to clear a path
for their mother,
are intolerable.

Such is the agony that
I pray to the Almighty--
when nirvana summons me
all my kids are in town
and I pass away in my sleep.