My home grew wizened on its Vivid Bharati
Its highs and lows, the fluctuating waves
Its knob has forsaken us in our last whitewash
Cells heated in the sun turn silent by nightfall
In between the headlines
Cowering from the rough wind in the open streets, at the heart of Eindhoven
I stand near a large building of Philips Corporation
I walk the zebra-crossing ponderingly
Is it our Philips Radio?
[Translation from Hindi: Arup K Chatterjee]
Beautiful city write with such vivid pictures the most certain being the black white of the zebra crossing...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a uneque masterpiece of fine poetry.nice job Mohan.