Friday, August 11, 2006

Amol Palekar - English version

Previous poem, translated in English.

in my middle-class colony, there lies a middle class lawn

twenty five feet broad
about forty in length
with dull green grass, it's not really garish

often i wonder, "isn't the world round,

then how does every evening, it manages to get found
in a shape so squarish?"

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