Vasant Abaji Dahake

(30 March 1942 - / Amaravati, Maharashtra / India)

The Fine Grain Of My Days - Poem by Vasant Abaji Dahake

Through this evening's window,
through tranquil eyes I watch
on the far road a scene of slaughter:
each day gathered up to be winnowed.
Here's the fine grain of my days,
the wind-tossed, gentle chaff.

[Translated by Ranjit Hoskote]

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 14, 2012

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