Mohan Rana

(1964 / Dehli / India)

The Colour Of Water - Poem by Mohan Rana

Rain falling, day after day,
as if trying to clean off
our permanent stains,
but all it does is discolour
this well-worn shirt,
and wash the memory
of all the passing seasons
from the walls.

This is not summer
nor autumn nor winter:
sometimes I recognize myself,
then forget.

Maybe after so much rain
all colour will be washed out
and my shirt then be the colour of water.

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[The literal translation of this poem was made by Lucy Rosenstein
The final translated version of the poem is by Bernard O'Donoghue]

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 6, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, July 6, 2012


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