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Bhaswati Goswami

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My vision blinds as I kiss.
Draining self
I view
The voyage unfurls peacock before my eyes
The frail bed gets swampy by the timid lantern
Meadows fertilize when I migrate
A cliff leaps up from the dark freckles of the neck
Shaking and pushing
The kerchief gets moist in the sweat of laughter
I spread out this yearning fondly
One after another
Reaching out to an immediate Bhaswati
After the last halt.

(Translated by Bhaswati Goswami from original Bengali poetry ‘Jaatrik’ penned by Bhaswati Goswami)

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