Friday, 17 April 2015

Arup Dutta's poem A STORY ( Translation of 'Ek Kahini' )

I have carried and brought your living corpse
till this distance :
cold night all around
here there is no fire
everybody has gone back
for simultaneous rape and festivity...
I have come so far after crossing dark tunnels
the hurricane of my soul has withered
far away in forest has billowed away
Beethoven's music,
come Dear
in living night once we disrobe ourselves
and mingle with each other
like lights streaming in star's cloud
this body
has become a story today.

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