Sporadic Essence -4 Poem by Avi Samaddar

Sporadic Essence -4



Offering of huge waterhouse
Rust of what mind distilled

wow! this humble
Rains into the skinny web pervaded

May not dreams get doors

May acquatic eye comes
wet dark

Me, this vital saint of two lines
buzzing
crystallises into slight

Decomposing hardly brew the rice

Translated by: Radheshyam Ghosh

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