Who gave me the miniature of Buddha;
hugged me in the broad day light?
And then I became a funky snake-charmer
puffing on a meandering pipe.
Who gave me the wintriness of empty streets?
An intoxicated one-eyed truck was battering
time after time. Sweet-smelling lingerie and
love-letters were falling from Heaven, nearby.
Wicked things were buzzing in my head,
Tuntuni, Tuntuni, do I really want your blood?
The dwelling place of Karuna'di is dazzled by
the prism light.
*** Translated by Andaleeb
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for comments. This poem is translated by my friend poet Andaleeb