MY VILLAGE
MOONLIGHT PONDS EVERYWHERETWO MOONS
IN THE SKY,OF THE STREAM
ALL THE NIGHT
MOON BUILDS SAND'NESTS
IN THE MORNING
THE BURNING JUNGLE
SHOOTS UP THE JUNGLE
"BOLLIGUTTA"WITH A SHEEN
GREETS OUR VILLAGE
THE BANYAN STRETCHES ITS THIRSTY HANDS
CHILDREN DRIVE ME BACK
TO CHILDHOOD
THE SUN TOO,
SIPPING SHADOWS
TAKES A NAP
CANVAS WAIT
STANDING IN THE WATER
ON SINGLE FOOT.
FISH,WITH MOUTHS
DIPPED IN WATER,
LISTEN TO MY FOOT STEPS
THE STREAM GURGLES CURSE FREE
AT MY TOUCH
IN THE EVENING
STACKS OF GRASS CARRY THE MOONS DOWN
INTO THE VILLAGE
TWO MOONS AGAIN
ALL THE NIGHT
THE VILLAGE SPORTS WITH CONTENT...
(BOLLIGUTTA=WHITE HILL)
*POEM FROM 'ARC OF UNREST' ,2000
TRANSLATED BY K.S.P.ROY
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