Vinda Karandikar

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

Poems of Vinda Karandikar

1. The Wheel 9/11/2012

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.

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