The Fine Grain Of My Days Poem by Vasant Abaji Dahake

The Fine Grain Of My Days

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Through this evening's window,
through tranquil eyes I watch
on the far road a scene of slaughter:
each day gathered up to be winnowed.
Here's the fine grain of my days,
the wind-tossed, gentle chaff.

[Translated by Ranjit Hoskote]

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Vasant Abaji Dahake

Vasant Abaji Dahake

Amaravati, Maharashtra / India
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