Gopalakrishna Adiga (18 February 1918 - 14 November 1992 / Mogeri, Kundapura taluk, Udupi, Karnataka / India)
My Lotus Red
A bright red lotus has bloomed today
To passers-by, what a fragrant Entree!
The wind, the bees, or the gentle spray:
Who needs an invitation to a party, eh?
The water trembled gleefully,
Tickled by the golden rays.
In how many ways do I love thee?
The bee's busy counting the ways ...
The lotus blushed;
And turned scarlet in face:
Look! His chariot of seven horses
Race through the eastern skyways ...
In every one of his million hands
He carries a tangled web of love.
The lotus was charmed. The buzzing of the bees
Waned; it seemed pale somehow.
She ignores the bees around
And waits for the sun, my lotus red.
Will morrow's dream take the form of sun?
[Translated by C.P. Ravikumar]
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