Nay-Ballad

An abstract imagination

Nay-Ballad

From uncoiled wings of the burning swan

after sea of blood was born out of green caterpillar

that skin sheared moon from cloud’s underbelly

ordered  waves to abolish horoscopes on crabs’ breasts

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On the evergreen epiglotis of lotus full to the brim

the pollen fiddling honey bee waved  her double scarf

searched for drunk village of pride red beating crowd

humming songs sleeping side by side of worried distance

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( Translation of ‘Na-Ballad’. Written on 15 August 1999 )