Varnamala : Contemporary Oriya Poetry

 
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BHANUJI RAO
 

FISH


Dawn,  
like the petal of drenched roses.  
Six nude bodies  
furtively glide forward  
in the practised motions of some dance,  
rippling the water's sleek body.  

Slowly they close in towards one another,  
cutting across the cries  
of the kingfisher and the kite.  
They move up, six torsos,  
black and naked,  
deepening the repose of snail and pristine toad.  

And now the net is wound,  
rising up  
under twelve greedy, watchful eyes;  
threshing bodies of mahseer and tiny fry,  
brilliant as the sun.  
  

Translation :
Jayanta Mahapatra  

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