Sunil Kumar Nandi
Do I myself know ---all that well---
what brings me here? And yet, I've been here long.
Lay your hand on my breast, deep within,
the heart might give some inkling
of the sounds
in the senses mingled.
Unravelling the urban cunning, as if on cue,
these sounds summon before my eyes
the face that lies
in the shade of the mango coconut jaam hijal trees,
the intimacy I persuaded to remain in those distant croplands,
swept along in the sinuous mixed currents,
arrived at the expansive light-dazzled stage,
got up as court-jester.
Long ago! Today, when you draw close
with the pond's breath, coolness
greedily searches for a refuge in the senses, searches
for some land beneath the feet.
Published May 5, 2002
The original poem [bhUmi*] by Sunil Kumar Nandi appeared in the collection of poems Maati, Jol, Smriti*. The poems in this collection were written during 1980 through 1993.
Translated by Nandini
gupta*] - Nandini
Gupta is a post-doctoral research fellow at the Eindhoven University of Technology, the Netherlands, working on ... (more)
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