Happy to find such a beautiful home for these translations of Hindi poet Kedarnath Singh that my boss and mentor Ramu Ramanathan and I did in a whim, as an experiment, in HAKARA, a bi-lingual journal of creative expression, Edition 07: Boundary.
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>Grass<
These are gypsies plucked from
all the cities of the world,
who seek their lost identities
amidst the dust of your city.
In people’s democracy,
there should be a long, unabated debate
on the question of grass.
Until that happens,
as a start, I declare
that in the next election
I shall vote
for grass
whether others do or not.
A banner of a blade of grass shall flutter
in that maidan always.
It’s a determination,
to grow
whenever, wherever.
Read the poems here. http://www.hakara.in/grass-kedarnath-singh-ramu-ramanathan-dibyajyoti-sarma/
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