For Veena Muthuraman
A face not so much
an image as an after-image
the dark patch where
the sun had been before
you looked away.
No, a long hum
Never sure afterwards
if you stood there
if you survived
if what emerged
out of the water was spectral
or what went into it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem