Two poems of Nilim Kumar
The Rain
His heart,
A high head hill.
I touch him
As if I'm a cloud .
Collide against his rock hard chest sometimes
drenching the hills
the trees, homes and fields
I glide down.
They think that I am the rain.
The Sea
This is why the sea can never sleep.
Everytime the moon dips in his chest
Along with the stars to bathe.
The wind too longs to sleep with him
As do the snails and fish.
His heart blushes in crimson blee
Glancing at the fleet of boats and ships
Still he falls in love with the lass
Who picks up shells on the beach
In his arms she never submits
This is why the sea never sleeps.
Translated by Jayita Mukherjee
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