[Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom.]- Rabindranath Tagore
Child stopped her crying
thanks
she knows the prayer of soothing
only the infant hears,
We adults deaf
and inquisitive much
Yes, I saw the red birth mark
on her nape while she's folding the nappies.
Oh! the nap on the broken sofa
disturbed my soul
and I hear the Woodstock lyrics of Joni Mitchell
in my dream.....(And I dreamed I saw the bombers
Riding shotgun in the sky,
And they were turning into butterflies
Above our nation.)
nimal dunu
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I would like to translate this poem