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Giriraj Kiradoo
Rooftop
sitting alone on our rooftop we feel as if we are sitting huddled in some crowded basement
sitting like that the world’s voice sounds like continuous firing as if with eyes and ears shut we are letting some brown airplane pass overhead
a voice that could be a rooftop and sitting on the rooftop of the house under it listening to the world that sounds like being fired upon we were slowly losing the basement from under us which we saw being created sitting alone on the rooftop
have you ever counted how many airplanes pass over you in one day?
© Translation: 2009, Rahul Soni
ROOFTOP
© 2001, Giriraj Kiradoo
From: Bahuvachan 6
Publisher: Mahatma Gandhi International University, New Delhi
From: Bahuvachan 6
Publisher: Mahatma Gandhi International University, New Delhi
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ROOFTOP
From: Bahuvachan 6
Rooftop
sitting alone on our rooftop we feel as if we are sitting huddled in some crowded basement
sitting like that the world’s voice sounds like continuous firing as if with eyes and ears shut we are letting some brown airplane pass overhead
a voice that could be a rooftop and sitting on the rooftop of the house under it listening to the world that sounds like being fired upon we were slowly losing the basement from under us which we saw being created sitting alone on the rooftop
have you ever counted how many airplanes pass over you in one day?
© 2009, Rahul Soni
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