are a basin filled with blood
seeping into the corners of the house
we are the swollen eyelids
the desire to be loved
even while cutting vegetables
keeping an eye upon our children in the park like ghosts
we are the ears listening for the door
even in sleep
the humiliation that arises
on our opening the door
with dishevelled hair and faded faces
we are the deer of yearning
in the meadows of forbidden dreams
let us leap freely, you villains.
Translator: Ashok Pande
well what can i say it is one of the greatest poems ever written. keep it up so as me and my kinds will enjoy. thanx for sharing. **KoNi**
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A superbly written poem. I love the last two lines!