Mankind - Poem by Masud Khan
Where do I hold this image?
When for the first time in that acrid mid-day
A listless burglar sat
With a half-rotten apple in hand
Under the ashwattha* tree;
And behind him, a snake unfolding its hood.
* A large Indian tree.
Translated by Subrata Augustine Gomes, Poet, Writer
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