By Jibonananda Das (Bengali)
Translated by Amitendu Palit
A soft green light
like the tender lemon leaf,
fills the earth at daybreak.
The deer tear into the aroma of green grass,
like the unripe shaddock.
I too, wish to savor the smell of grass
by downing it as green liquor.
I probe the contours of grass and
rub its eyes with mine.
The wings of grass have my feather.
I take birth as grass, within it,
alighting from
the delicious darkness
of some dense mother-grass.
This poem was first published in Meghdutam.com (between 1999 to 2002).
Read other writings by Amitendu Palit
Rahul and his T-shirt (Short Story)
The Dark Evening (Short Story)
The House at the Corner (Short Story)
A Strange Darkness (Poem)
A Poetess and her Innermost Being (Book Review)
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