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Prabhat
Inside this Shanty
There’s so much space left inside this shantythat twenty people could stand here
But I do not want to allow anyone
to enter its desolate anguish
Someone or the other turns up nevertheless
trampling on my desire as if it were dry grass
Someone, anyone, shows up, an ant looking for a grain
a forlorn cow, a wandering dog
I hesitate to turn them down
This is the reason for my silence on countless matters
© Translation: 2010, Bharat Bhooshan Tiwari
INSIDE THIS SHANTY
© 2009, Prabhat
From: Sanskriti Mimansa
Publisher: Samantar Prakashan, New Delhi
From: Sanskriti Mimansa
Publisher: Samantar Prakashan, New Delhi
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INSIDE THIS SHANTY
From: Sanskriti Mimansa
Inside this Shanty
There’s so much space left inside this shantythat twenty people could stand here
But I do not want to allow anyone
to enter its desolate anguish
Someone or the other turns up nevertheless
trampling on my desire as if it were dry grass
Someone, anyone, shows up, an ant looking for a grain
a forlorn cow, a wandering dog
I hesitate to turn them down
This is the reason for my silence on countless matters
© 2010, Bharat Bhooshan Tiwari
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