Stoniness
Midnight may be called a kind of colour dogs dislike
stones too despise being locked up whole life within its breast
if picked up by someone at midnight it hurts their solid guilt feeling
it wakes up and listens to the dog's moans
why is there such difference with a dead snail which even after death
has the right to nurture her lover's gestures inside heart
probably because of blessings of sighs of couples
even a drunkard would not throw a dead snail at a dog
would abuse if he steps on it and hurts himself
but that is done by all lovers amid busy crowd
in the flesh of the snail whispers of his lover
continuouslyresonate torespond to sex-waves
pity the stone without a female organ
(Translation of Pathorata)
Mumbai 2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem