Wiped away the vermilion
From the forehead,
Wiped away the lac-dye
From the feet,
Broke the bangles
From the hand!
In untimely storm
Under the fathomless heart
Burns the funeral pyre!
Fallen
Not yet fallen down,
Connected the stem
Too a little,
My incomplete life
Of half a dream!
Where do I float?
My tears
Are seven seas!
Translated from Odia by
Subash Chandra Mohapatra
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