Poetry at Sangam
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Translated by Sudeep Sen
Ever since that afternoon,
Even the pale moon looked lost in a trance.
She who had stopped bleeding,
From the eighth day of the past dark fortnight
At the corner of her mouth, traces of drug
Or poison, still can be found.
What made her think that inside her bloodstream
She could still take such a chance?
With a faint retching sound, the entire roof was
Flooded with vomit, moonlight
Warm milk filled her ancient breasts that
Anymore isn’t that round.
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