Thursday, 8 March 2007

Dervish (Poem)




















Dervish

While walking his way of seasons-months collected
His tiny fortune; it’s her gift only, their kinship
Like a lotus leaf immersed yet sober.
Every moment, every day/ night nourished on five feeds,

who lost his way, a son of soil broadcasts his fortune in
a jungle, in a desert, on a mirage of sensibility
with untiring hope walks the dervish disowned by destiny,
is forever in bloom the flame of the forest of the wild.


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Remigius de Souza
07.03.2007
(Translated from his original in Marathi by the author)


Author's poetry homepage:
http://www.poetsindia.com/poet/Remigius+de+Souza

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