Poetry by Mostak Ahmad Deen

Poison

So much poison in the torso
in the body.
Today I ask the intimate one to move apart.

They all know that I never drowned
In liquefied venom,
Yet, so much poison in the torso
I am therefore set wondering
Which serpent has sneaked its way
into the soul during sleep.

To get rid of the doubt
Those who read the genealogy are finding that
neither the father nor the great-grandfather
omitted to render homage to Manasa

Then, which accursed one’s offspring am I?
The poison in the torso will turn that blossom blue
So I ask the intimate one to move apart

Though the distant friend also feels how
Driven by a secret wish, I long to be fused
into the heart of the intimate one.

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Vish [বিষ]; Translated by Zakeria Shirazi

Manasa: the Hindu goddess of snakes (stings)

Copyright@Mostak Ahmed Deen