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Vasant Abaji Dahake
The Fine Grain of My Days
Through this evening’s window,through tranquil eyes I watch
on the far road a scene of slaughter:
each day gathered up to be winnowed.
Here’s the fine grain of my days,
the wind-tossed, gentle chaff.
© Translation: 2004, Ranjit Hoskote
THE FINE GRAIN OF MY DAYS
From: Yogabhrashta
Publisher: Mauj Prakashan Griha, Mumbai
Publisher: Mauj Prakashan Griha, Mumbai
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THE FINE GRAIN OF MY DAYS
From: Yogabhrashta
The Fine Grain of My Days
Through this evening’s window,through tranquil eyes I watch
on the far road a scene of slaughter:
each day gathered up to be winnowed.
Here’s the fine grain of my days,
the wind-tossed, gentle chaff.
© 2004, Ranjit Hoskote
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