A Strange Farce
Sunil Kumar Nandi
These dark shadows eager
to save the world flick away
that burning of the senses so pure---
and every day
bend closer like the mountain.
All those wise men everywhere
their talents aglow,
take cover of light easily; with their
skill of panegyric
they suck the bone dry from this country. Today
at the hilt of intoxication
who will restrain whom, the delirious night
dances in the blood.
A strange farce this--- the seven stars shimmer---
you exist if you acquiesce,
else you leap into void.
For this then one day--- to touch the distant blue,
birds had spread wings in the tidal wind!
For this then one day---in this landís
every artery so much blood had shed
(as when shimul, palash pitched battles fight)!
Seven Stars -- Stars of the Grat Bear
Palash are trees with blood-red blossoms.
Published May 5, 2002
The original poem [adbhut taamaashaa] by Sunil Kumar Nandi appeared in the collection of poems Megh, Paakhir Daanaay*. The poems in this collection were written during 1994 through 1999.
Translated by Nandini
gupta*] - Nandini Gupta is a post-doctoral research fellow at the Eindhoven University of Technology, the Netherlands, working on ...
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