Vinda Karandikar

(23 August 1918 – 14 March 2010 / Dhalavali,Taluka, Sindhudurg / India)

Vinda Karandikar Poems

1. The Wheel 9/11/2012
Best Poem of Vinda Karandikar

The Wheel

Someone is about to come but doesn't. Is about
to turn on the stairs but doesn't.
I button my shirt
come from the laundry with all its dazzling blots,
like one's peculiar fate.
I shut the door, sit quietly.
The fan begins to whirl
and turn the air into a whirlpool of fire,
making a noise bigger than the house.
Someone is about to come and doesn't.
It doesn't matter.
Calmly I lean against the wall,
become a wall.
A wounded bird on my shoulder laughs raucously,
laughs at the shoulder it perches on!

My soul of flesh and blood puts a long thread in...

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