Bedecking with events
Whose shadow trails again in the mind-yard
The hopes planted by me rustle with a start
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Shakuntala
Shakuntala sits by a lake.
Her slight fingers unable to restrain
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Job hunting
The interviews are on |She is unadorned
Whirling fans creak.
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In the times of Corona
The night sings and dances.
Before the final nap
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Even now
There were staircases and bookcases
Such things normally do not mix,
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Song of a Maid yearning for Krishna - ‘'Virani'' by Saint Dnyaneshwar -13th century
-my attempt to translate lyrically.
Full of rains the clouds are ringing
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All things incomplete..
The mail that was never written
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