Poem
Monika Kumar
Signs of Exclamation
Seeing a watermelonwas my introduction to the Grand
Handful, seaful or not at all –
I am only speculating when I say
how much I love you
Looking at a watermelon
I have no idea how deep its red fleshiness is
where the countless meditative eyes
that garnish its inside are
But you insisted the earth can only be like an orange, round
you wouldn’t accept
it could also be like a watermelon
Forget all I said about love and speculation
My speculations are failure of my language
I need some signs of exclamation:
carriers of ecstasy
polite translators of failures
© Translation: 2013, Monika Kumar
SIGNS OF EXCLAMATION
© 2013, Monika Kumar
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Signs of Exclamation
Seeing a watermelonwas my introduction to the Grand
Handful, seaful or not at all –
I am only speculating when I say
how much I love you
Looking at a watermelon
I have no idea how deep its red fleshiness is
where the countless meditative eyes
that garnish its inside are
But you insisted the earth can only be like an orange, round
you wouldn’t accept
it could also be like a watermelon
Forget all I said about love and speculation
My speculations are failure of my language
I need some signs of exclamation:
carriers of ecstasy
polite translators of failures
© 2013, Monika Kumar
Signs of Exclamation
Seeing a watermelonwas my introduction to the Grand
Handful, seaful or not at all –
I am only speculating when I say
how much I love you
Looking at a watermelon
I have no idea how deep its red fleshiness is
where the countless meditative eyes
that garnish its inside are
But you insisted the earth can only be like an orange, round
you wouldn’t accept
it could also be like a watermelon
Forget all I said about love and speculation
My speculations are failure of my language
I need some signs of exclamation:
carriers of ecstasy
polite translators of failures
© 2013, Monika Kumar
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