The overloaded ferry lurches
on a broken keel; black water
laps the main deck now and then.
Monsoon floods the river,
burned corpses from funeral pyres
float in the current with crocodiles.
On shore, red cook fires are veiled
in charcoal smoke;
a Tamil song on the radio.
Your bitter letters written in blue ink
darken in my hands. Tonight the Ganges
is full of sobs as I pass.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem