I once spat into the sea:
no one saw me, no one knew—
The froth of the impassioned waves
swept away my spit.
Yet sometimes I am embarrassed, after so many years I can hear
the sea curse me.
On the mail train's body I once chalked
a woman's profile:
no one saw me, no one knew—
in fact even the stars in her eyes were not there.
Before the train could cross a single station, impassioned rains came—
perhaps my sketch was washed away.
Yet sometimes I am embarrassed, after so many years I can hear
the mail train curse me.
When I walk the road every day, do I trample its heart?
When I catch a woman's nipple with my teeth, am I brutalising her?
Sipping wine on wintry mornings
do I represent an exploitative class interest?
Is it a sin to embrace Saraswati's idol in the first flush of adolescence?
I am still not sure about such things.
Yet I can distinctly hear
the sea and the mail train curse me.
Translated by Pritish Nandy.
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Very unique poem indeed. Glad I happen to have read it. Interesting!
Is it a sin to embrace Saraswati's idol in the first flush of adolescence? I am still not sure about such things. Yet I can distinctly hear the sea and the mail train curse me. wonderful thoughts and questions.. tony
A sentimental reflection of wrong things committed by a straight forward gentleman and their guilt lingering in his mind for years together. A wonderful confession. Congrats on well deserved modern poem of the Day.
Impassioned waves of life! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Sick communist writer. No beauty in the poem, only perversion like communist society.
A very good poem on the confusion between the right and the wrong
beautiful poem// // Look- If I do something according to my wish in best way, in welfare though they curse me because I did not follow them (their whimsical wish) !
Looks like a conversation with his own conscience. At the time one commits a wrong, its the passion that takes the upper hand. Later only one tends to think over it in a more fair manner. Very impressively presented poem. Thanks for sharing.x
This is a fabulous poem.it seems the writer invites the reader to curse him as well...Love the tension, love the feeling love the subject and also the writing structure.
beautiful write, meaningful, the sea curse me, the train curse me.
When I catch a woman's nipple with my teeth, am I brutalising her? Sipping wine on wintry mornings do I represent an exploitative class interest? Is it a sin to embrace Saraswati's idol in the first flush of adolescence? .../// greatly expressed; awesome poem penned greatest 10+++