The purview was scandalous
Was afraid, uneasy too.
Coaxing even the absent
A tricky cover was there, very shrewd...
whatever fantasy remained in both haunts,
Telecode, in wretched worship,
so bottomless has been the erotica
the chat wanting harness
the cacophony
I thought, why so much vigor did not pitch
Like Marathi sunlight..
There was possibility,
A scope for expanse
In growing solitude.
That it did not happen
Has been our own philosophy
Riding up south or north poles sometime
the boomerang appeared
The longest ice-age was hidden under mighty stones..
The purview was scandalous..
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stop press
translated by Barin Ghoshal
CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR
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