~Bhim Darshan Rokka~
Translation : Maya Watson
Circumference of the Earth,
border of your thought
rising, silent growing thin
thinner than gesture
lighter than sweet summons
silk brushed over silk
touching me
shapes of sky.
Wheeling flock of pigeons
morning air wave follows wave, each it own
on tenderness youth leans
on ripeness the swelling bud
your coming and going
in all ten directions
touching me
room after room of the sky!
(source : “POEMS OF BHIM DARSHAN ROKA” Book)
