A Wind Poem by Dina Nath Nadim

A Wind

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A wind
carrying twigs
climbed down a hill
and
walked on the riverbank.
The twigs got stuck against a mound of sand
and
found their place.
Since then the people say:
'The twigs are always for the fire'.

[Translated by Arvind Gigoo]

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Dina Nath Nadim

Dina Nath Nadim

Srinagar, Kashmir / India
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