Poet 1 Poem by viren dangwal

i am the brilliance of summer
and like a seed
the hidden warmth of winter
i am the pleasent lonesomeness of spring
munching leisurely
the monkey nut found deep inside the pocket
i am the check-design shirt

when surging clouds abrade each other
i am their articulated rage
desires come to me in various guises
every need of mine is recorded with them
all my weeknesses in one inventry
they even know
when iwill become quiet and hang my head
but still i keep going
always holding on to language like a rope
on the path of my comrades

what else can apoet do
except trying to be right.

Translator: Ashok Pande