The Miniature Of Buddha And Karunadi's Prism Light Poem by Majul Hassan

Who gave me the miniature of Buddha;
hugged me in the broad day light?
And then I became a funky snake-charmer
puffing on a meandering pipe.

Who gave me the wintriness of empty streets?
An intoxicated one-eyed truck was battering
time after time. Sweet-smelling lingerie and
love-letters were falling from Heaven, nearby.

Wicked things were buzzing in my head,
Tuntuni, Tuntuni, do I really want your blood?
The dwelling place of Karuna'di is dazzled by
the prism light.

*** Translated by Andaleeb