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Chandrakanta Murasingh
Forest – 1987
The fragrance of flowery garlandsHaunted the seven hills.
Have they blossomed this time? Who knows!
I can’t get to the forest now,
For I miss the cock’s call at dawn,
And the deer’s bark in the dusk.
The hen in the forest now
Roams and clucks from noon to dusk.
The haunting madhavi fragrance escapes the rustle of spring air.
It is acrid with the smell of gunpowder.
© Translation: 2000, Bamapada Mukherjee
From: Indian Literature 197
Publisher: Sundeep Prakashan, Delhi, 2000
From: Indian Literature 197
Publisher: Sundeep Prakashan, Delhi, 2000
FOREST - 1987
© 1995, Chandrakanta Murasingh
From: Holong Kok Sao Bolong Bisingo
From: Holong Kok Sao Bolong Bisingo
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FOREST - 1987
From: Holong Kok Sao Bolong Bisingo
Forest – 1987
The fragrance of flowery garlandsHaunted the seven hills.
Have they blossomed this time? Who knows!
I can’t get to the forest now,
For I miss the cock’s call at dawn,
And the deer’s bark in the dusk.
The hen in the forest now
Roams and clucks from noon to dusk.
The haunting madhavi fragrance escapes the rustle of spring air.
It is acrid with the smell of gunpowder.
© 2000, Bamapada Mukherjee
From: Indian Literature 197
Publisher: 2000, Sundeep Prakashan, Delhi
From: Indian Literature 197
Publisher: 2000, Sundeep Prakashan, Delhi
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