Translation - Unwellness : Bhaskar Chakrabarty
Translation
Unwellness : Bhaskar Chakrabarty
Did I want the number of my friends to keep increasing
In my bed,in the dawn,suddenly
ash drops from my cigarette
I must do something
This lying down,mere sitting,this aimless wandering
from the cluttered air
Should I stand apart
Did I want my life to get decked up
From the parched window,the
early morning light comes in to the empty pair of shoe
Did I want all these,brother
I wanted, just that
Translation : Priyasha Hoare
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