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S. Abdul Rahaman
Thirst
You've,
oh gardener,
chopped off
my branches
overleaping the hedge;
but
what would you do
with my roots
snaking under it ?
Self-Immolation
One
kindling
the memory of the other,
let us both
burn ourselves out
slowly :
I
a candle
you
an incense stick.
I light up
agony :
you add
fragrance.
Soon as the light is out
agony will forget me;
but your thoughts
would wheel around it.
Translated by M. S. ramaswami
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