Indian villages, hamlets and thorps
Of loneliness,
Ay, loneliness playing with the winds
In the sunny landscapes
Away from human haunt
And the night time without the lamp or the light
Bewitching,
Everything into the hands of the Snake-god,
Kill you or keep you.
The nights, dark and lonely, usually of the glow worms
With the glimmering light,
Lighting the pathways anonymously
And the cobras dancing all of a sudden
If came across accidentally,
The ghosts telling the spooky tales
In the adjacent river burning ghats
And the orchards.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem