Theme: Tragedy


No spark burns in the cold frame
Snapped threads of breaths hang around neck
Water bubbles are trapped in the clotted blood
Sleep has only been laid on stony eyelids
Night, stable like a log, is lying beside
No spark burns in the frame
Barren she may be, who’s birthed me!

Poetry by Gulzar 
Translated by Me


More By  : Prof. Madhav Sarkunde

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