I slip on a ripe mangopicked by sky creaturesA yellow juice oozesCuts through soft sandGrinds to a fine turmeric powder.This wayA dead mangoyields new life.And that way,we too must get crushed, trampled and slipped over.Only thenwe rejuvenate.&nb...
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Wednesday, June 23, 2021
Udan's Quarantine Poems (Translated by me)
Around this time last year, Udan Fernando, a critic and an analyst of all sorts requested me to translate his first collection of poems. I'm not a pro when it comes to translating poems. I did the best I could. 01. Warmth Knock! Knock! Knock!Wait a bitWho’s this?It’s me Here to check your tempGive me a minute?I’ll get into my pants fastPants won’t be enough, MisterWhere’s your mask?Sorry aney, I always forgetForehead straightHmm! Hmm!No issues!Thirty-six point-five When does it get worse?Oh, when its tops thirty-seven We...