Empty Womb

On the womb of a Cobra visualized as a society

The Empty Womb

After having layers of dust on ear lobes on breeze stitched paddy field

when cobra children started dancing around me

pointing nude fingers toward husky darkness

I saw jingled sounds of sunrise amid whispers of rain

the four squared universe seen through  soft barrel hole of a rifle

which was encircled by a thorn crowned slogan-wet wall

After the garden came forward to receive me

dancing bells of cobra mom-dad were strewn all over grass

and cobra housewife reminded several times

she would expose and reveal the real thing

The lady whose beauty I had ravished just by a glance at her

I could glean through twisted arms of her sexless embrace

my horoscope on dazzling  liquid breast of the crab

licked with smooth kissing lips by  cobra housewife

At the happy eating festival of the menu-card funeral

the sick street dog licked its own shadow from bodyfur

and over the bread crumbed map only then

ant columns marched from one country to another

( Translation of Shunya Garbha )

Ahmednagar, 12 October 1997

Two Worlds