Saturday 11 April 2015

Bikash Sarkar's poem THE HEAD OF KANISHKA ( Translation of 'Konishker Matha' )

While we both were about to start a story of unending love
all of a sudden flashed the head of Kanishka
a beam of powerful rays sparkled through his eyes
like terror bubbles flying in air.
Excited, I drew out her palms
she held my hand in horror.
A ghostly meadow sank in a supernatural weather
and the soul of the meadow. 
The queer touch of her soft breast froze my left hand
a touch of her thighs and lips 
made a skeleton spring up in open air...
Her palms made deep throbbing murmur on my hands.
Once she disappeared 
it was only Kanishka's head that was awake
and a beam of powerful rays sparkled through his eyes
like mystery bubbles in air.

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