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The portrait

Sunday, January 2nd, 2011

by Jayant Parmar

 

The Portrait

 

I can clearly count his ribs.

Sweeping the streets

His spine has worn out.

His dreams have been buried in the waste paper heap.

He remained all his life half naked

In fact he was intentionally kept so,

And yet no one called him half naked man.

So many holes of atrocities

On his shirt of life

While alive, how many deaths he met with,

If I begin to count

How many births I need to take?

Till the day

He has been kicked,

Tolerated tyranny

Silently.

But today from his sweat

I smell

Dynamite! 

 

Jayant Parmar is a bilingual poet writing in Urdu and Gujrati. He received the Sahitya Akademi award in 2009. He is also a calligrapher and an artist. 'The portrait' was translated by Vankar G K.  

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