In the mist
The stalk of the bhuj **
Stands wet and cold,
Lonely and pale,
Shivering.
Does the memory
Of your dear Exile
Disturb you, Lady?
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* This poem has been translated from Ajneya's 'SAGAR MUDRA', an anthology of Hindi poems.
** A type of plant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem, one can see the mist of memory all around. I like Hindi poems because of their rich contents and imagery very close to real life. Regards Naseer