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Translated Poem : Village Sketch

~Sharan Gurung ‘Muskan’~ Translation : Raja Puniani Like a half-burnt cigarette on ashtray My village Hugged by Chanakya’s shrewd fingers Burns futilely They only know how to be pregnant And give heat to their belly By dog-eared stove of history

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