Mangesh Narayanrao Kale
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In These Thirty Eight Years
Innumerable serpents are springing up from my head
Just how many
Will your comb draw out, woman?
Is freezing my brains
Doesn't let me play
The game I have devised.
It is not merely the question of snakes
Nor do I complain
About my body turned black and blue
With their stings
But it terrifies me
That even when they are fast asleep
Their poison keeps dripping
Through my eyes
How long will I beat this earth
Bewailing these snakes
How many wells have I sought
How many of them have I turned ...