Translated by Gopika Jadeja
From 'Indian Literature' (November-December,2016) published by Sahitya Akademi, Delhi. Page 92
Half an hour of dawn
that arrives each day of the week
Bent, on the knees
knees pressing to the stomach.
Rise.
Bend.
Tire.
And yet
bend again.
The sounds of saru, dhuniya, buckets.
Gathering with sounds, tiredness.
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