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A Morning Walk
Leaving behind
the bed of white
lotus
and wheezing
partner of my
sleep
I rushed out
toward the bridge
freshly built
over
a golden stream.
But on finding
a funeral pyre
burning on its
emerald edge
I closed my eyes
and like some
Buddha
in the dark
interior
raised my shaking
invisible hands
to salute
the great master,
Death.
© Yuyutsu Sharma
Punjabi Translatation @ Sunil Dutt &
Rajasthani Translation @ Sumit Chaudhary
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