~Bhim Darshan Rokka~
Translation : Maya Watson
Above the far hills
heavier then they
yet lighter than caresses
the column of fog slowly slowly
climbs the precipices
and
I am also climbing
my own precipices
glancing at the other parallel
passing over the jut of rock, glen, and gorge
Standing on the cliffs
on the bank of the river that carries the flood and bore
walking alone
gazing at the horizon’s far shore
I am drawing my shape deep within the cloud’s inner core.
(source : “POEMS OF BHIM DARSHAN ROKA” Book)
