Cooing of the dove in my village
I could hear here
two thousand kilometere afar,
riding the crest of love,
goodwill of one thousand village friends,
it said in each cooing,
Go if you want,
Go away from all those good,
including its cooings,
but do not come back
with soul, parched, denuded and insolvent.
poem translated from Aoem by Upasana Majhi
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