Ink Spilled On A White Cloth Poem by Dina Nath Nadim

Ink Spilled On A White Cloth

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Ink spilled on a white cloth,
night ran away
after a long sleep.
I recalled the day
when
a crowd stared at me
for
a patch hid a hole in my garment.
The white
and
the black
quarreled.
All existence rests on this duel.

[Translated by Arvind Gigoo]

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Dina Nath Nadim

Dina Nath Nadim

Srinagar, Kashmir / India
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