On river bank Farook Shah , Trans. By Hemang Desai Utterly alien to the touch of water We kept groping the walls pointlessly Grazing our fingertips Growing black calluses on skin That pricked and bled But without yielding a sense of moisture People living on river bank Are dipped in fire Are flung in sky […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
The Kid and I Farook Shah, Trans. By Hemang Desai Reaching the macabre settlement Of skeletal people I look behind At the sprawling city of skyscrapers Amidst the general populace of cadavers One doesn’t come across A panorama of diverse designs Nor does one hear the web of hustle Woven by scuttling notes and noises […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
Loss (Gujarati Poem) Farook Shah , Trans. By Hemang Desai Lost are the songs We used to sing The sea of our stories Disappeared in specks of dust Limbs of silver and gold Cast-iron will we’d to boast And a rare treasure Buried in our bare chests We could call our own We’d the uncanny […]Continue Reading... 2 Comments.