#Kamalakar Bhat
#Translation: Maithreyi Ravish
Basking in the glory of hair
As white as white can be
During a break in ferrying grooms
Is the horse.
Like an indolent paan-chewing peon
Stands
A murderer between murders.
Easy music passes between them
As a yet unpainted moth;
Pulled in the chaos of the band, the trigger
Would be a quick and bloody death and
The bother of mingling and getting out of traffic.
Trumpeting breathlessly is the news
Through tender blades of grass
Glowing post a misty breakfast
Tickling breeze and sun
Chipped through winnowing branches
That the jail break is tomorrow!
Chewing the cud in the memory
Of an old oat
They glower at each other
Speech has been floored
Before reaching anywhere.
Now, the point of the matter is:
Who among them will,
In the ensuing chaos, know the other,
Who will shrink from that one step
Forward.
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