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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?’

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