Manohar Mouli Biswas
Targeted to be near to the life of spring
Daily bathe has everyone in its painting
Fire once broke out in the Best Bakery
Snake’s tongue pierced people to divide
And drawn a thick border in between
Vadodra had felt of a sad mental weep
Begging pardon to the poet shall be sin?
Trees of humanity are of dropped leaves
What a jungle it was! I had seen
The obnoxious smell charred out
Passions are polemically stupefied
Our heads bend down to crimes
Are crayoned? Hands on its paining.
Translated by the poet
Republished from Poetic Rendering As Yet Unborn with the permission of the poet