1 On the edge of a terrace,Stood a woman-Desolate, distressed and dismayed,Even these may fall shortTo sketch her state.And numerous violent stormsPerturbed her mind. With her heart poundingAs loud as thunder, sheGathering a...
Dreams and nightmares take turns in every sleep cycle. They even invade the hours awake. There shall no longer be a day without learning the shape of separation, without looking at broken pieces of heart, without longing for acceptance from foreign soils, skins and songs.The Antonym, sought out literary expressions—tales and artefacts built in that sleeplessness and plight.
Nicely done
Beautiful 😊😊👌🏽
Loved the way Debraj links it a full circle, though they're 3 characters from different novels. Kudos!!
Excellent translation doing full justice to the essence of the original poems
Excellent rendering.
Simply beautiful 😍