(30 March 1942 - / Amaravati, Maharashtra / India)

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Moon

Like a wild bull the moon
charges headlong
through green unearthly thickets.
Sharp-teeth-torn, the water
shivers all night.

All night
a broadsword strokes,
from base to nape, the spine.

[Translated by Ranjit Hoskote]

Submitted: Friday, September 14, 2012


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