Poetry at Sangam
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(Translated by the author and Adil Jussawalla.)
The sun’s twelve faces
blazed
and setting
froze
all the twelve worlds.
The orphaned sand just lay there,
and the clouds ran away, seeing their chance.
The stars grinned, impotent
when
all those houses on the desert’s
edge
got up and left
dead camels on their backs;
bundles and belongings
fell useless in the sand,
the riders’ turbans flew in
shreds
like the feathers of birds
killed and eaten,
and
half-naked men
kept gulping
the desert’s throny air,
their mouths wide open.
(1963)
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