Friday, 27 March 2015

Debi Roy's poem THE THRONE IN THE CHEST ( Translation of Buker Modhye Singhason )

He whose love is unrequitted
he who has lost love after achieving it
                   --who is more unhappy between the two ?
                   --whose weight of grief is more unbearable ?
I like almost all flowers
among the heap of flowers, tuberose is my favourite
so do not advise me to become a gardener 
                                             for my weakness
More or less I find all women lovable
however, the throne in the chest is for only one !
Do not push me to adultery
                                   due to an attractive debility

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