Mamta Kalia
Mamta Kalia
Mamta Kalia
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Poetry<br />
52 :: April-June 2010<br />
THREE POEMS<br />
Arun Kamal<br />
Translated by<br />
Minu Manjari<br />
Gain<br />
AS<br />
Desire to pare pencil to the keenest point<br />
All that remained<br />
was a residual stump.<br />
As<br />
I can’t hear many sounds<br />
The sound of ants nibbling sugar<br />
The sound of petals opening one by one<br />
The sound of life sap trickling in the womb<br />
The sound of cells breaking in my own body<br />
In the fast, very fast blowing tempest of earth<br />
As I can’t hear many sounds<br />
There are persons who can’t hear<br />
The sound of gunfire in rapid bursts<br />
And ask-“what is the hue and cry on this earth?’