Kamalika Mitra: Selected Poems - Poem by RUDRA KINSHUK
LIGHT, MY LIGHT
Seven stars in the seven corners of the sky.
Seven arrows struck their burning souls.
I pick them up one by one
and store them up in my heart.
All on a sudden my soul gets into fire
and breaks into a song.
Will I receive a new birth
or beg fire from the burning angels?
transcreated from bengali by rudra kinshuk
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