A plight, equivalent
or deep as
searching
for seabirds on the desert sands.
A blind nymph
looking for red flowers
to adorn
her top knot.
Promising worlds, around
unknown scripts.
The enigma of
a half- frozen smile
still remains.
Even whence, ripples
consume water, the resplendent moon
desires to see
its reflection, in a singular form.
Journeys begin, where
roads end, mumbles
chords of a folksong.
Translated by Divya Rajan
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