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Rohinikanta Mukherjee


On The Mirror A Naked Child

On the mirror, a naked child
in the mouth of a snake
on its belly;
no water, no mantra, no one around.

There in the garden
a fear keeps growing.
The shade of a faintly acquainted pomegranate
keeps on lengthening.

The naughty child
boxes the ear of the snake,
the shade goes still
on the boundary.

The naked child
in the mouth of a snake
on its belly
goes on blabbering :
this time I have been caught;
I will not play with you, once again.

No water, no mantra, no one around.


Translated by Rabindra K Swain

 








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