Prakash Kharat
The Sky with its Eyes
Closed
Like an artist
missing originality
The shy has lost
its vision.
Eyes closed
It wouldn’t
acknowledge
A light blue
complexion,
The sudden rainbow
Of a stray eagle,
The rising
And setting of
sun.
The sky does not
burst into torrential monsoon rains.
The sky does not
give birth to a flaming thunderbolt.
The sky cannot
support its own expansion.
The sky- who has
put it in the coffin?
The sky- who
wrapped it in the shroud of white clouds?
Translated by Charudatta Bhagwat
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