Friday, June 15, 2012

A SHOWER OF POMEGRANATE NUTS




Without a fervent feel, without it
My lovely darling
The entire world is but unreal!

Softly, I wiped
My tender heart
With your silky kerchief
And thoroughly washed
With the water of my two eyes
Just cut
At your comfort and convenience,dear!

We shall sit for a while
Let us allow
Even silence to communicate.

(Translated by M V L Narasimham Naresh)

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