Falsehood Poem by Kanishka SricharanPratap

The moon has risen
Who is with it?
Stretches out her feet
From a long past,
Towards my door!
Sham it is!

Such a flower...
Such a coo'...
How does it bloom?
Heard from where?
Whole sky is filigree of stars!
No no, in my mind!
Sham it is!

At night
Her smiles
Unbraided hair
Darkened sari
Roll on my bed!
Tinkling of bangles
Red vermilion
Fast breathings
Lost in my blood!
Sham it is!

Translated from Odia by
Subash Chandra Mohapatra