Mumbai, September, 2001 Marathi Poem : Prithviraj Taur English Translation: Dr. L. S. Deshpande Who’s smearing the baby’s head with the liquid that doesn’t drip from some cleft? O Mother, can this be the sound of the baby’s laughter? Let your baby grow healthy by eating opium and heroin. Let him breathe in the smoke that overflows the lungs of the metropolis. Look at these veins and arteries also Your spouse suffers from an incurable disease. When is your next delivery due? Let the baby dance to the tune of karina and Hritik’s steps. Let him have Madona’s and Britani’s physical measurements. Why, then, look at Arnold’s body? Despite the recession in share-market, you’ll get morphine at every station. Your maternal home ceased to exist long before. Grieve not for it from the earth and ask me not about the story of bathing in the eternal light. O Mother, tell me, indeed; with what liquid, Not dripping from any cleft Are you smearing the baby’s head?
Posted on: Tue, 23 Jul 2013 13:37:54 +0000
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